the old clock
chimes down the hours
fire and flood
we are drowning
with our heads
in the sand
how many more
do we have
Super moons can deliver more than moonlight…
I’ve got my camera outside hoping for a glimpse of the super moon, but the high cirrus blurs itself across the moon’s features. I snap off a few shots anyway – after all it hasn’t been this close to the earth in years, and maybe I won’t be around for the next one. There’s a planet up there as well and an ominous red tinge to the cloud…
shaking the land
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