a lunar eclipse
as a ghost-white full Moon
drops toward the horizon and dawn,
the Earth’s shadow creeps across its face,
transforming it to reddish brown
from upper left toward lower right,
the last remnant of lit surface is yellow in its white,
till brightness is gone and then creeps back
as if the Moon turns back toward the Sun,
we are used to stimulation,
far more extreme than this subtlety,
yet we can still feel wonder and inspiration
as the night sky elders us with such a show,
not from any power we wield ourselves.
by Henry H. Walker
October 8, ’14
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