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

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/4/2020 12:34:00 PM

I love your knowledge of Greek mythology my frined and as for your write it is poetic music to my ears - so well penned my Pisces poetess. Hugs, Jennifer.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/8/2020 5:16:00 PM

Wow, thank you.

Eric Cohen

Date: 5/23/2020 11:22:00 PM

Enjoyed this poem, M.L. Pisces is an under-appreciated constellation, maybe because it's stars are a bit dim and hard to see from light-polluted skies. Keep looking up and stay healthy.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 6/8/2020 5:16:00 PM

Yes, but it's not always been that way. Thanks so much.