Upon this glacial Arctic moon, asleep
In night, the shadows slide across its face.
Ice-coated Titan hides far out in space
From overhead, usurper Saturn’s deep.
His atmosphere of churning clouds is creep-
-Ing cross the globe, the pattern changes place.
Its distance hides the rampage, feigning grace,
The camouflage of winds that rend and reap.

    Ere long, the dawn arrives, the edge begins
To weep with golden tears, to bend the light,
The yellow flame shoots through dark space, it sings
Of dragons flying high, their fiery skins
Reflecting blue and red, scale colours bright,
Rush through the halo of the planet’s rings.    

                                      1976