The Month Of Mars...
Sailing over fires.
The fires are fading,
Yet will renew,
Ages of heat to follow,
Nothing like the cold and radiation of space.
I love this place in the desert,
There are a few stars to see,
Unlike the city with it's glow blinding,
Here the planets play loudest 'cepting the Moon.
There is always motion in this sky,
Aircraft and their unknown companions,
Satellites and foo fighters,
Meteors that burn across sky.
Mars is a cold red glowing bright,
Hard and harsh yet brilliant,
Nothing like the evil soft red glow in the distance,
No brush fire in the sky.
This month of Mars,
A bright stone above us all.
By: Daniel A. Stafford