Blood Moon
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
Simply put, I'm a thirty something single mom of three young boys with a passion for reading and writing. Writing, and reading for that matter, has been a passion since elementary school when a friend and I had our short collection of poetry published through the school where it was on display in the library for an entire year. While I still enjoy poetry, my love has grown into short stories and full length novels. Tag along for the journey, it'll be documented here every step of the way. View more posts
