I didn’t make it to the lake. I had to stay home, so, I bundled up and sat on my back steps.

The little iPhone wasn’t happy about the cold but my big Canon camera did just fine.

The recordings are from the beginning of the eclipse to the first of the totality.

 

creator’s forefinger
dipped in enamel orange
drew for me glowing globe
hues showed spent night fleeing
full moon, setting,
so…

memories shimmering
drawn from consoling lake
heart touched by aching hope
too soon yet too long known
breath sighs, letting,
go…

poetry hungering
soul hurt lingering soft
song reft by chances gone
life sought wrapped well within
friendship, netting,
oh…

setting full moon