Unable to glimpse the celestial show
we retreat back to our warm bedrooms dim
to stream the progression by our computer’s glow
letting our dependence on technology win.
*Needless to say, I didn’t wake up to see the Blood Moon eclipse this dawn. And even if I did, all I would have observed was the snow falling.
I’m writing a poem every day in April as part of NaPoWriMo’s celebration of National Poetry Month. Won’t you join me in poetry?