Trudging Sprawl

Light has embarked,
in a trudging spark,
through windy knolls,
cities, hills and parks.

Umbras changed,
milky Way rearranged,
zodiacal lights are absent,
artificial lights sentence.

Gazers hawk night in dismay,
questing stars gala display,
but dark skies are far away,
sable has become day.

Jovial with night,
idealist sigh,
etrenched defenders,
of nigrescent skies.

Phyrric war,
a nights defeat,
darkness lost feat,
progress won't retreat.

Trudging Sprawl

This poem is dedicated to the disappearing darkness in our planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy. Nights have become day. As one stares at the heavens it has become virtually impossible to see the 2500 or so stars that once use to bring light, life,poetry and dreams into the souls of the residents of the Hudson Valley. Stars filled dreams once but now are gone.

The constant fight to regain nights into the stargazers hearts will be an endless battle. Nights once thought to bring gloom and despair is now yearned. Needless to say "Black is Beautiful" and we must strive to preserve this beauty by controlling artificial lighting.

Major constellations and skyglow are gradually becoming invisible and becoming a thing of the past.

Light pollution and progress go hand in hand. Spraying our skies with artificial lights is killing the essence of living and the beauty of night.

We must all take a stand to protect the beauty of nature. "Let's protect the sight of night" .

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