Eclipsed
I was cosy abed
Turning in warm hollow
I sensed his wakefulness
Voice conspired with brain
Reminding aloud
A lunar eclipse
Happens this dawn
Before I know it
We’re in the car
Bundled against chill morning
Seeking a rare Glimpse
Of a ‘central lunar eclipse’
Earth’s shadow flushing out
A full Blood Moon
In the predawn darkness
We fail to see
Glimpse of moon
Or Eclipse
Heading further west
We realise
We are too late
However the Chilean volcanic ash cloud
Toying with earth’s air spaces
Will treat us to a dawn
Of rosy brilliance
We park along the ridge
Make tea from the flask
We talk
And talk
And talk
Before us the earth rolls away night’s curtain
Revealing once again Bright Sun
Colours from creator’s palette flush
Mists rise like smoke from burnished waters
Of sea and stream
Frost shimmers in the half light
The morning star taking its time
To fade
Everything is washed
With light
The sky
The ground
Us watching
It is beautiful
And I am reminded
How we can hide behind
Day by day routine
Stitching the tongue still
So things remain unsaid
Distances become greater
Life
Love
Eclipsed by ordinary
Until it dawns
We witness again the
Awesome majesty of new day
Acknowledge Creator
Of Time
Of Space
Of Relationship
Then
Something lost
Is found
Words and Photographs © Denise Stanford 2011
Within the Vine 
My amusement at the humorous beginning was soon overtaken by the profound meaning of this Denise …. I love your writing – it makes me think about things I normally wouldn’t think about – and I really enjoy that …. I find it challenging and stimulating ….. thank you X
Denise this is encouraging – i appreciated the ‘we talked’ ‘and talked’, it sounds inspiring, how i yern for this to happen, occasionaly i get a glimpse of lengthy indepth exchange of hearts, but not often. Such a treasure. And magnifcant photos depicting yet another painting of the master artist.