To poetry I flow.

Been a bit quiet on the astronomy front of late. 

Not many observations of Sol or night sky.

Was awake this morning before the birds, about 4.00 a.m. 

It was light enough to see the lines on the palms of my hands. 

Through a nearby tree the waning crescent Moon was gently looking down onto a beautiful clear Pembrokeshire morning.

Thoughts turned to poetry, here's a poem from years gone by.