The cold chill of the morning.
Light prying at the edge of darkness.
The moon in crescent hides it’s face.
Venus blazes low failing to hide at tree top.
She races up in the sky.
The pale yellow of Saturn glows.
He has been calling her to join him.
Her slow graceful moves brings her close.
Her pace is deliberate, her steps measured.
She is the brightest in the sky.
He waits with rings open, like a monochrome peacock.
For a brief dance they will almost touch.
Their light a glancing merge for a day, no more.
Added to the momsterlink party. Come and see…unless you’re scared;-)