The Planets? Sweet ...

potassium fields
black dot in a fast orbit
that Winged Messenger

false paradise lost
acid rain drowning all eyes
pressure crushing souls

very noisy place
fights over fragments of earth
this our only home

landforms of giants
imagine picnicking in
those cold rusty sands

jolly creator
impressed with infinite storms
destroyer of worlds

thin bracelets of ice
sandy Bringer of Old Age
over methane seas

past dark frontiers
with Shakespearean children
tilted Magician

nitrogen streaked son
supersonic crystal winds
a Mystic outpost

Harris Coverley