Pisces
On a frosty November night I don my warmest clothing, the skies are clear enough for viewing. I train my telescope to the northern sky, between +90 and -65 latitudes , just beneath Andromeda and Pegasus I see two fish known to ancient Greeks as Pisces. Venus and her son Eros have transformed to escape mythical Typhon. A rope of stars connects the mother and son so that they never lose one another.
venus and eros
swim the cosmic seas
autumn vision
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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