by Leonard M Hawkes
Again the Heavens were telling, and
In a voice not heard in a hundred sixty-five years;
So I rose early and walked out
Into the cold and January night, searching, waiting
For the appearance of the Blue, Red, Super Moon.
But a high ceiling kept the wonder from my eyes,
And all I witnessed was the greater darkness--
And the piercing hoot of a solitary wintry owl--
Yes, and city light, Man light, reflected earthward
In the east beyond our narrow horizon.
Author's Note: Lunar eclipse, 31 January 2018
Posted on 01/31/2018
Copyright © 2018 Leonard M Hawkes
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/06/18 at 06:37 PM|
A nice telescoping out and then back in.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/09/18 at 04:35 AM|
I recently had a similar experience... looking for something in nature that stirred me spiritually but seeing only ambient light and the lamp light and table in the room on which the computer was perched. Just posted a poem describing something of that experience: "Ablaze." Thanks for your reflection. I was lucky. I did get to see part of the eclipse before having to join a group inside for an early meeting.