Moonful Poem by Ima Ryma

September twenty seventh in
The year of two thousand fifteen,
Celestial bodies did their spin,
Lining up in a quite rare scene.
On Earth, the moon was the show star,
With many names all wrapped in one.
Full and harvest, cuz 'twas least far
From the autumn equinox done.
Super cuz 'twas closest to Earth
Than any other time of year.
Blood cuz 'twas tinted red in worth.
Earth's shadow then made disappear.

Next time - eighteen years - not too soon.
Maybe I'll watch it from the moon.