Earlier this week a rare lunar event transpired. A super moon, a blue moon, and a lunar eclipse, casting a reddish hue, coincided with each other. Predawn the morning of January 31st it hung in our western sky in all of its glory. But I missed it, and can't even blame cloud cover.
I do remember the last blue moon in July of 2015, and wondered then if it would truly be bluish in color. Most everyone, myself included, forgot about the forest fires raging in the west, and what happens to the atmosphere as a result.
Blue Moon
Three years in the waiting.
The gloaming
now inky enough to pen night's coming,
underscore moonrise.
Which shade will she wear -
winter-sky pastel or lily-pond wash?
Off to the East
behind trailing scarves of clouds
her unhurried ascent:
a stunning blood-orange.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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