Monday, April 22, 2013

Poe and the Lyrid Meteor Showers

Poetry month still lingers with the fragrance of some newly cut grass by my neighbor and yesterday's campfire.

I am sorry to be so late in announcing the Lyrid Meteor Showers which will finish up by early dawn tomorrow. There is a chance, however, to seem them yet late tonight until the early dawn. The waxing rays of the moon makes it a little more difficult this year, but why not try?

I suggest waking up before dawn, putting on the coffee and sitting out on your stoop and watching for the last of the showers.

These showers originate from the tiny constellation of Lyra, the Harp. This constellation represents the lyre of Orpheus who, when playing, would woo in any mortal or god. Not bad for a constellation, I say.

Please enjoy this photo from EarthSky.

Evening Star
Edgar Allan Poe
(Verse 1)
'Twas noontide of summer,
And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
'Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.'