Lana Ayers

Lana Ayers

Late Blooms

Late Blooms 2008 Runner Up: Susan Hannus

One February Night
I held my baby granddaughter up
to the window, she touched the glass
as I spoke to her about the moon outside,
slowly disappearing behind the earth's
shadow, an eerie shade of red.
"Look, it's an eclipse," I whispered into her ear.
She touched the glass again,
thrilled by its coldness