Especially as this year the theme is 'Stars' and both poetry and stars (the night sky kind) get the thumbs up from this blog.
A while back, I wrote about a BBC radio programme on the subject of darkness, and provided a link to a free lunar calendar, kindly provided by Mooncup:
I like referring to our calendar which is stuck on our kitchen cupboard, and last Saturday's full-moon-eve, saw us all in the garden using our not-very-brilliant/found-at-the-tip telescope to look at the clear night sky.
We didn't hear about National Poetry Day until the day afterwards, so we didn't think to write any poetry but I'm sure that if we had, we would have knocked up something like this (!):
Out in the Dark
Out in the dark over the snow
The fallow fawns invisible go
With the fallow doe;
And the winds blow
Fast as the stars are slow.
Stealthily the dark haunts around
And, when the lamp goes, without sound
At a swifter bound
Than the swiftest hound,
Arrives, and all else is drowned;
And star and I and wind and deer,
Are in the dark together, - near,
Yet far, - and fear
Drums on my ear
In that sage company drear.
How weak and little is the light,
All the universe of sight,
Love and delight,
Before the might,
If you love it not, of night.
Edward Thomas (1878 - 1917)