4 AMAt 4 AM, your image I spied
Through the window, opened wide.
Silver white, completely round,
You slipped by without a sound.
Moving to your shadowed date
With astronomy's predestined fate.
Watching as your face eclipsed;
Earth's shadow blocking sun's warm lips.
With mornings dawn, alas, alack,
'Twas 4 AM 'fore you came back.
Labels: last prompt, open window, poetry thursday
posted by rel at 4:58 AM
16 Comments:
I love lunar eclipses, I watched one all the way through a couple of years back, amazing sight
beautiful visual,,, enhanced so by the lovely photos...
Beautiful description of the eclipse. Great photos too.
alas, alack....old but new and very very good!!
What great capture of the lunar eclipse. Visual beauty.
You've captured the essence of the crimson eclipse. Lovely! I saw a bit of it and wished the trees here had been shorter!
I love poetry that rhymes- well done, my friend. I was bummed I missed the eclipse... but your pictures are nice!
I saw some of this too! Yes, such a wonder...
I missed it but you brought it to me with poetry. Can't think of a better way to share an eclipse. HUGS
I didn't see the eclipse but the full Harvest Moon has been beautiful. Your photos are great, I can never get a decent one of the moon.
Nice poem and photos of the lunar eclipse. I felt bad that I didn't get to see it in person.
Epochal quality to your post, poet. Thanks, Rel.
What lovely lyrical lunar lines!
Oh my gosh, so beautiful, both the words and the photos! Thank you for sharing. :~)
Literal yet enticingly magical, just like a lunar eclipse.
Cool photos and really nice poem! I especially loved the first stanza -- it has such a warm, welcoming feeling to it, like a friend dropping by!
:)
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