Too Close For Comfort
TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT
Mercury flys in golden winged sandals,
making a dip in the suns blinding light.
Brilliant dark smudge to snuff out the candles,
too close to the sun, to know that it's night.
In transit Mercury sails by in May,
as a hot tiny black dot on the run.
On descending node, in orbiting play,
it waltzes with Earth and walks on the Sun.
Mars Rover once looked up and saw it there,
this cratered planet transit to a star.
Curiosity caught it unaware,
and filmed it backlit in vivid d'ivoire,
First rock from the sun and planet to fly,
a paparazzi deva in the sky.
BY Edlynn Nau
© May 09, 2016
Copyright © Edlynn Nau | Year Posted 2016
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