A chill creeps across my skin,
I wrap my scarf up round my chin,
I press my eye against the lens,
gently the contraption spins,
and though I shiver, still I grin.
The white snow is still descending,
this cold weather is unrelenting,
ice coating the slick dark ground,
whilst in here I’m experimenting
with a universe that is unending.
Teeth chattering uncontrollably,
whilst I sit exploring cosmology,
for I’m no fair weather astronomer
braving the biting frost, woefully
I cling on to hope, though hopelessly.
A shooting star streaks on past,
a celestial beauty, not made to last,
here one minute gone the next,
it comes and goes far too fast,
I need something that will last!