Yesterday I reached for a seldom-used notebook –
it’s pretty, you see, so it is hard to be sure that it’s for me –
and I turned a few pages to find that I had made a star map. I had been struck by a morning so lovely as to record it in pen and ink in the pretty notebook (the silver one which is for magical things).
There I had set old friends, Scorpius and Serpens caput, and the moon just so, and the bare branched trees before them.
This morning, I am up in the first touch of dawnlight to velvet blackness.
There they are.