Of Power In A Pembrokeshire Sky. 

   From the dawn's chill vault the bomb-hawk flies,
mad metal screeching, leaving shocked and aching skies.
   Cumulus churns dark oils on cool blued steel,
ponderously rolling like a ship on a restless keel.
   Elemental airshows chase the squalls;
clouds with wings and vanes parading where the West wind calls.
   Distant fusion burns with gentled glare,
banishing the vapours, lightening the air.
   Fire-thrown meteors draw their white gold arcs.
Cirrus frays, auroral on blue satin swept with sparks.
   Like flares from sunfall's thermonuclear bloom,
high suspended cloud-spears brazen out the crawling gloom.
   Coastlights scythe the eldritch wind-ruffled night
while I watch our primordial home - the stars that fade to white.