September twenty seventh rolled in and immediately staked the claim
of the coolest day the year had seen , at least since the time I was a teen,
The sun arose, so glorious, then faded into clouds,
But midmorning came and turned the clouds around.
Our small family met in the city park for lunch and games
And conversation, and to get to know some new relations.
At home a pleasant day was had trimming the yard in the midst
of favorite football teams racking up some yards. [Americans!?]
Then in the evening after dinner, when the sun slipped down so helter skelter,
We grabbed lawn chairs and slipped to the back lawn, not needing any shelter.
The harvest moon arose and huge it seemed, cause the orbit was closer
Than its usually been. Then the neighbors came out of their houses to watch
The harvest moon at near equinox. The show started slowly so slowly it seemed,
But rapidly gained its momentum till adults and children quieted and gleaned
The essence of now was now indeed, and the sun and the moons alignment
seemed interrupted when the Earth slid between , and cast its great shadow
On the lunar landscape, and nearly put out the lights of the super moons show!
And slowly the umbra crept across the face, of the man in the moon,
Till it had made the case, that the moonglow was gone and the children raced
Indoors to bed, perhaps for school, but the red of the eclipse put them all off their pace,
And their minds would not know till all had talked face to face.
That natures call had brought them to a place where wonders abound
And that reality bore the proclivity to be round.
Cool, Huh !