Now the new grass is vivid with dandelions,
As last night the ancient sky was constellated.
And the Scorpion, the Dog, Perseus and Hercules
Are less than the gold children of my field.
Whom I will name quickly for their time is flying:
The Butcher, the Baker, and the Candlestick maker.
They will be gone in a fortnight, full upon the wind
And the bullies of the sky will resume their mastery.
by Hyam Plutzik (1911-1962)
In the Dark 