The Weaver of Grass is driving the bus this week and her theme for us is Star - any kind of star. I have gone for the obvious and hope that plurals are allowed.
Here is my contribution-:
There are no stars on view tonight
they are hidden by a thick blanket of cloud.
Even so, on a clear night
I see only part of the amazing light show
as I am surrounded by street lights,
security lights, and further into town
and city it is even worse.
How foolish man is to obliterate
such a stunning and free display
with his own tawdry illuminations.
I once slept under the stars
on a clear night
and saw them as they are meant to be seen.
It was truly magical and breathtaking.
Three of our neighbours are out scraping ice off the road to help keep it passable, bless them. We are the oldest inhabitants now so I don't feel too guilty about not being out there with them. My husband has just managed to drive up the slope in reverse. Last time we had snow he couldn't even do that. We have only had about an inch but a few miles in almost any direction it seems that much more has fallen. The sky looks quite leaden and I think we will get more. No pictures of snow - I've gone off it!
I thought I would leave you with a nice cosy image. Sorry it's only a gas fire, but we have no chimney so it's the best I can do. Keep warm and keep safe.
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