When the ancient light
from winter’s uncaring stars
drills the still night air
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The firmament is very firm in this bone-chilling air. Love the poem.
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Thank you, Pat. Stay warm tonight!
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Trying. Two quilt night.
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Maybe add a dog or a couple of cats.
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Landlord does not allow pets.
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Pets should be provided on cold nights.
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Industrial imagery at its best. :)
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Ha! I hadn’t though of it that way but it works. Thanks!
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Do you think that they don’t ‘care’? Do you not believe that they influence us – our behaviour and well-being? How many places ‘track’ Venus?– for example Bryn Celli Ddu in Anglesey…
Have you read ‘Planet Narnia’ by Michael Ward?….
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Of course they influence us. They inspired me to write that haiku. The night sky has inspired poets throughout history but nothing we see up there is aware of us, much less cares about us.
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The difference between caring about/connecting with and influencing….you are a word-smith!
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Wonderful words and image 💗
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Grazie, Luisa!
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🙏🌹🙏
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Hmmm – I suppose it’s that we put our human interpretations on them – they don’t put they’re planetary interpretations on us. Something like that…..
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Exactly!
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