If viewed in black and white, it could be Earth, <br />with river deltas, shores and sculpted rock. <br />But sands in endless dunes round half its girth, <br />are ever- frozen grains of ice which flock, <br />enslaved by Saturn's tidal-driven winds. <br />Revealed in filtered amber twilight haze, <br />the similarity to Earth rescinds. <br /> <br />Volcanic slushy ice spreads tar-film glaze, <br />across ice landscapes; ranges, plains and dust. <br />And methane clouds replenish methane lakes, <br />reflecting skies which glow like vapoured rust. <br />Up high, a prebiotic cocktail shakes, <br />as sunlight strafes an elemental mix <br />and smog drifts down past rainbows infrared. <br /> <br />Our dying sun in future will transfix <br />the Earth with bloodshot eye; prognosis- dead. <br />But creeping warmth is outer planet's boon. <br />Ammonia and water oceans form. <br />Exotic life erupts on Saturn's moon, <br />an eon-length methanogenic storm. <br />And maybe refugees from Earth or Mars, <br />will call the orange world of Titan ‘ours'.<br /><br />Diane Hine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-saturn-s-moon/
