The night draws in again
Sunset and its rosy glow is gone
Eight minutes before the sun set
Light travelling ultra fast,
Eight minutes to shine from sun to earth.
Energy in motion, then lost
Behind the hill
Night infects the light
It’s inky blackness sometimes reduced
By moon and stars
Or reflected light on clouds.
But the dark cannot hold as the earth turns.
Tipped slightly, seasons prevail North and south.
As spring arrives days grow longer
Now sunsets late or never
While equator stays the same
the North and South vary.
Sunset later every day till mid summer
Through the trees there is light,
Through the trees there is air,
Through the trees there is water
but without the trees there is no life
no birds, no animals
no bears, no deer,
Without trees the air gets dirty
It gets dry.
Forests and jungles are our lungs,
life evolved in the sea,
came onto the land,
And in the forests of the land
there are more bugs, animals and possibly birds
than are found in the long grass
or desert plains
or high hills and mountains.
Save the forests, save the trees, save the world ..
I wrote this poem in response to the prompt “light”. I am not sure how to do ping backs so I will put a link of it on Megha’s page. I am not sure if I’m doing it right. Anyway here is the poem:
Photons, floating through space
At breakneck speed.
The tiniest seed…
Particles or waves
Does anyone know?
It took scientists like Einstein
To try and show
That light is a constant
But only in space
In air it actually
Slows its pace
It pings and zings
It refracts and glows
Insubstantial as mist.
Light is strengthened
and made to Lase
A coherent beam
That can burn and amaze
Light is part of the greatest equation
E=MC2 bright burst
When you visit somewhere it’s always interesting to look at odd little views, like the cupola seen through a broken window of a derelict green house, or mirrors placed under helibores so you can see their open flowers that usually hang down and hide their beauty. Smoke coming out if the little gift shop chimney (the shop had a warm wood fire burning in the hearth) a picture of a small pool. The fountain was not running. A sculpture of a jumping fish, a grey handle on a grey background. Light through the clouds and a curved turf covered roof to some sort of culvert.
Why not look at those odd sights and take a picture, they may not make a perdect composition but they may spark some thought.
The moon danced last night
Leaping across the sky
It sang of silver shadows
Falling far and wide
The moon rang with music
Notes of heavenly tunes
Rising and falling
moon bows shining bright
The moon smiled last night
As it travelled overhead
Bathing the world with glimmers
And frosty gauzy white
The moon breathed last night
Cool breezes soft and sweet
Gentle dreaming sighing
Sleep in silent flight.
I fill a large plastic bottle of water from the tap to water my houseplants. It had the advantage that I can reach some of the pots that are a bit out of reach for me.
This morning I saw all these tiny bubbles in the water. Air must have been dissolved in the water and had condensed on slightly rougher places on the surface of the plastic.
The blues and greens are from the tiles and paintwork in the kitchen. The shape of the bottle, with its swirling curves, adds to the interest. The bottle also acted as a lens and I like the contrast in the focus, making the bubbles in and out of focus.