March third, two thousand seven, the day for this event,
Most part, the afternoon on computer quietly spent,
Checking on the times that the moon would change its glow
From silver into darkened bronze; spectacular, I know.
Waiting, anticipating the wondrous heavenly sight,
I have to go and stand out in the garden late tonight,
Nine thirty is the time that the darkening will begin,
To miss this magickal display would surely be a sin.
A black cloud worked its way from the bottom to the crown,
Until ‘twas just a darkened sphere with golden circle round,
Then suddenly, the moon turned dark, a deep grey silent orb
Which turned to bronze with patches grey, a wonder to absorb.
Binoculars revealed a brown sphere with a bluish crest,
Then gradually, the bronze appeared; oh wow, that was the best,
A Blood Moon was above me like deep red, setting sun,
The stars began to twinkle so much brighter, every one.
Then gradually a golden light which bounced off eastern side,
Crescented the orange, in awe I stood and sighed,
I made a wish, not once but thrice, in magick golden light,
I think I entered Moon Mystique whilst standing there tonight.
The golden crescent growing now, as Moon regained its light,
A pleasure to behold was this golden, glowing sight,
Then gradually and silently, silver light returned again
But in my mind forever more, the Blood Moon will remain.
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