I added a screen shot of how the poem was supposed to look! I used center alignment but it posted the way it wanted to anyway. Bad computer, bad!
I didn’t know that it was the ‘Pink Super Moon’ rising in the east last Tuesday. I was just lucky that I was in a location that offered this view. I was luckier still to have turned my attention from my fishing pole and notice the moon peeking from behind the hill on the opposite side of South Bay on Lake Champlain. The top arc of the moon was barely visible through the breaks in the trees and I wasn’t even sure what I was seeing at first. Three seconds later I knew what it was and I scrambled to dig my phone from my pocket. Precious seconds were wasted in that struggle! By the time I turned the camera on, this is how far the moon rose.
Funny how motionless the moon seems in the night sky, but put it on the horizon, or behind a hill, and we see it move with surprising speed.
The moon always draws my eye. No matter her phase, or her color She is always super.
My Muse Oh, bright goddess of the night, sailing 'cross the firmament, cast your lunar light our way. Illuminate the darkened earth, chase the the inky shadows westward, give the monsters no place to hide, bestow courage on fearful hearts. Where blackness reigned and blinded our eyes, your cool nocturnal glow gives us comfort. We gaze upon your shining face, dreamers, lovers, artists, human in our imperfections, perfect because of them. You transport us to a higher plane, you inflame the passion in our breasts, you enlighten us, inspire us, quicken our minds, fuel our creativity, you bring wonder to our jaded lives. Promise me you will return. Guide us through another dark night. (C) Tim Blodgett 04/09/20
I never tire of her.