Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Blood Moon




I stayed up to watch it. 
It was breathtaking.
The air was cutting cold and crisp. 
It was oddly quiet, without barking dogs or cars. 
No sound but my own breathing.
The stars were brighter and clearer.
 I could see Mars lit up like a beacon. 
And when it turned red, the moon seemed to become three dimensional, 
as if it were hovering just out of reach of my hand. 
A glowing orb suspended from an invisible thread against an inky sky.
It was a glorious reminder of the divine creator. 








photo courtesy of Nasa

1 comment:

  1. I'm sorry I missed it. We had total cloud coverage here from thunderstorms all day. Love your poem!

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