Last night as we slept, I heard it was said
That the moon burned vermillion, a deep blood red,
In an amber umbra of cobalt earth—
A tetrad of shadows, and this was the first.
At midnight, or after, I opened my eyes
And blinked at the uniform overcast skies,
Then settled back down, cloaked by the night,
To dream of a blood moon shrouded from sight.
April 15, 2014
2014©Brian T. Maurer