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A Hunter’s Moon Tribute

Used with permission given on October 31, 2012

Photo by David Haworth
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My Writing Notes – – 
Inspired by a photograph posted through Facebook, I wrote the following five poems!  Today my words are inspired by this month’s Hunter Moon
and a favorite Emily Dickinson theme, morning sun.  

A Tanka Poem
Hunter Moon

Autumn’s harvest moon
Now a Hunter’s moon
In September & then October
Two full views
Shine on
A Haiku Poem
October Dawn

Light amber blues
Autumn’s October dawn
By the light of a Hunter’s moon
A Mijikai Haiku Poem
Autumn Dawn

Cold
Dawn
Warms
A Five Line Micropoetry
Shadow Greetings

Light comes before shadow
Along its jagged edges
Darkness flows in
Greetings to the mind
A meeting of one
A Monostitch Poem
Morning Sun

The morning sun just touched my day ~ 

Emily Dickinson’s Poetry

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

From the daguerreotype taken at Mount Holyoke, December 1846 or early 1847. The only authenticated portrait of Emily Dickinson later than childhood, the original is held by the Archives and Special Collections at Amherst College.[1]

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, 
Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive
life. After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at 
Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family’s house in Amherst. Thought of as an eccentric
by the locals, she became known for her penchant for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, 
later in life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence.

THE SUN
just touched the morning;
The morning, happy thing,
Supposed that he had come to dwell,
And life would be all spring.

She felt herself supremer,
A raised, ethereal thing;
Henceforth for her what holiday!
Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty, spangled hems,
Leaving a new necessity,
The want of diadems!

The morning fluttered, staggered,
Felt feebly for her crown,
Her unanoited forehead
Henceforth her only one.
– -by Emily Dickinson

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