awake at six
October morning of frost on shingles
grass blades
darkness teeters with dawn
donning leather jacket and slipping into shoes
unlock front door and brace the coolness
on the front driveway
look west just above
branches
dark leaves holding on for
another few days
orange disc hovers
floats
dark patches
one edge already lightening
the dusk of a million sunsets glowing
blood moon
this eclipse week of mixed moods
and muddled thoughts
eclipsing sleep and
peace and life
until all is glowing
red with rage
above scratching branches
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