Monday, August 25, 2014

Hunters New Moon







summers first new moon
breathtakingly beautiful
hangs alone in sky

hunters of old knew
its hopefulness for the hunt
mornings light brought prey

warriors rode out
with the moons spirit in tack
feeding the children

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4 comments:

  1. JaniceAugust 25, 2014 at 12:26 PM

    Lovely, thoughtfilled

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  2. brudbergAugust 25, 2014 at 1:16 PM

    What a story.. how we once was so dependent on those cykles.

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  3. carol l mckennaAugust 25, 2014 at 2:29 PM

    delightful historical haiku with so much said in 17 syllables ~ Wonderful!

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  4. Magical Mystical TeacherAugust 26, 2014 at 3:34 PM

    The aloneness of the moon contrasts with the horde of warriors riding out to battle. It is the paradox of life on earth: beauty vs. beast!

    Seeking Sister Moon

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