Minnesota's stars

Yesterday, the season's first purple finches showed up at the feeder. We also had a visit from a Northern Flicker. Chickadees are drinking the water we keep putting out. Then, if we forget, they try to chip the ice with their bills. That contest, given how much a chickadee weighs, seems really unfair.

chickadee contemplating feeder   © harrington

This morning the moonlight, stars and broken clouds made a beautify sky to watch while walking the dog. On the other hand, the temperatures made for a hurried walk and little time to observe nature's nighttime beauty. I think I'm past due to spend some serious time with my camera and some instructions on nighttime photography. Until then, enjoy the stars in this poem.

Stars

By Marjorie Pickthall

Now in the West the slender moon lies low,

And now Orion glimmers through the trees,

Clearing the earth with even pace and slow,

And now the stately-moving Pleiades,

In that soft infinite darkness overhead

Hang jewel-wise upon a silver thread.

And all the lonelier stars that have their place,

Calm lamps within the distant southern sky,

And planet-dust upon the edge of space,

Look down upon the fretful world, and I

Look up to outer vastness unafraid

And see the stars which sang when earth was made. 

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