A starry blanket
wrapping the world in its nightly shadow.
In the dark there is quiet-
In the dark there is solace.
Vast is the sky in its slumbering state,
the only means of light in a blinding moon.
To imagine its size based on sight would be unfit,
a world unjust in its beautiful magnitude.
Suddenly the red appears,
as though it begins to rust before our very eyes.
Majestic blood moon is here and gone-
Until that night we meet again.
© September 2015 by Amber Hoppa