Crimson Gold
Looking to the sky I see
copperish red. Is it the sun? Is it the moon?
So interesting it is to me.
It must be the sun. Night does not come so soon.
Online I’ll go to see.
This entity is like red or rust.
Full corn moon of September two it must not be,
for it’s the sixth. I find: “Blue light bounces off dust.”
I know there is pollution right now . . . so
this phenonemon so weird to behold -
like clouds with silver lining – is sun’s show.
Not copper-lined but copper-FILLED, it is crimson gold!
Seen Sept. 6 in my city around 7 p.m. while I was dog-walking!
Sept 11, 2020 for Emile Pinet's "A Lipogram Poetry Contest"
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Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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