The Chesapeake skies cleared that night.
The days leading up were full of clouds,
With no promise of seeing the eclipse;
But blue began to show a few hours before sunset,
And hope began to bloom.
Sitting outside looking up,
The moon shone white and bright;
Then the shadow moved slowly across its face,
And colors changed to muddy brown, then red,
Until full moon was covered by a full maroon shadow
Of reflected sunlight through the earth’s atmosphere.
The clouds flirted by,
But we were there to witness the darkly beautiful,
Before the clouds moved back in for the morrow.
A rare glimpse of a Natural wonder seldom seen…
A privilege… a blessing from above.
10-1-2015
A privilege indeed, happy to read about it, as I was not lucky to watch the eclipse. But here, now, I am feeling it due to your share, thank you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I felt exactly the same way. The previous 7 days were crystal clear but on the day of the eclipse it was completely overcast with little hope of clearing, but 50 minutes into the event, the skies turned clear, allowing me to watch it go into totality. Half an hour later, it completely clouded over again for over an hour and a half. But 25 minutes before it ended, it cleared up again. I said an audible thank you for being blessed. So many people take this kind of thing for granted but I knew it might be my last chance to see a full, supermoon, total eclipse. I loved your poem, Bill!
Thank you, my friend. We have to watch for all the wonders that we are able to.