The Blood Moon Rises in the East

The Blood Moon rises in the East and sets in the West

I guess they drilled one too many oil wells.

They fracked the earth one too many times.

I found the real reason for the "Blood Moon"

Smoke from northern Saskatchewan and Alberta forest fires is causing a haze over a large part of the United States. 

This has some American media outlets blaming Canada for the "smoky haze" that turned the sun into a "pale orange ball in the sky." 

• 108 fires burning in Saskatchewan, 

BLOOD MOON RISES (tune of Mykonos Fleet Foxes), 54321, 898746, oooooah, ahhhh, ahhhhh

I woke up today to a clouded sky

Grey it was

Hazed it was

A sky devoid of blue

A circular object high in the sky looked down on me

An orange red color, a yummy pink color

It was my color

I reached up to

Take it down

Wear it for a dress on such a dreary day

But it stayed

Unmoved by my desire

I watched, closely, patiently

It stayed

Unimpressed

I woke up today to a clouded sky

Grey it was

Hazed it was

As was I

Touched by

The moisture that the sky squeezed out

I breathed it in

Along with the dried out sage

Familiar from my youth

The country, the weeds the wind flew back to me

Seemed wrong to change it into a sautee, or dish to eat, or flavor to contribute to a meal

That smell was a smell of memories

Of times gone by

Of life in the past

Of deserted homesteads

Not a flavor

I woke up today to a clouded sky

Grey it was

Hazed it was

And then the breeze touched my skin

The breeze that brought the sage to me

Touched my skin

Caressed the parchment spots it had become

So sweetly

The touch of a lover

The breeze

I wanted to run with the breeze to the other side of the world

Let it envelope me and bring me with it to that orb that tempted me in the sky

So I closed my eyes and dreamed a dream of times gone by

Of others tempted like 
I was

In that moment

To run free

To a home and hearth that I believed in

I woke up today to a clouded sky

Grey it was

Hazed it was

And I tasted blood orange as it dripped down my mouth slowly

That bitterness,

That pithy taste that only blood oranges can have

I let the syrupy drip stain my face and clothes

And felt the richness of that taste

That could only complement another

Could not stand alone

Yet I desired it today

As I looked up at my yearning

I woke up today to a clouded sky

Grey it was

Hazed it was

And the breeze I felt

        and the sage I smelled

               and the blood orange I tasted

                      and 
I was not alone

The tree I watched grow tall over the years

Was filled with birds

That sang their quiet way into my heart

When I opened my window

When I walked out the door

Letting me know I was not alone

Letting me know the secret.

This bloody apparition was indeed

The Blood Moon that Rose in the East

But not on earth

I was not from earth

I was somewhere else

Somewhere where spirits soared, and life flourished and the earth was not punched by holes and drained of oil and broken by silica pushed into its heart to extract a spurt of black gold.

This was not earth, or if it was, they had stomach punched it one too many times, and it had been blown through a black hole into another universe, and I was the product of a different planet where the Moon actually did rise in the East and set in the West.

I woke up today to a clouded sky

And grey it was

And hazed it was

I woke up today to a clouded sky

And grey it was

And hazed it was

Cept for the Blood Moon rising in the East

Settin' in the West

Cept for the Blood Moon rising in the East

Settin' in the West