The Moon
by Emily Dickinson
| The moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the world below. Her forehead is of amplest blond; Her cheek like beryl stone; Her eye unto the summer dew The likest I have known. Her lips of amber never part; But what must be the smile Upon her friend she could bestow Were such her silver will! And what a privilege to be But the remotest star! For certainly her way might pass Beside your twinkling door. Her bonnet is the firmament, The universe her shoe, The stars the trinkets at her belt, Her dimities of blue. |
I am proud of my two moon shots. I have tried many times to get a good picture of the moon, to no avail. The full moons have been fascinating recently. I made several attempts last week to get a good picture and I was able to get these two. No editing! Straight out of the camera. It was a very dark night, but the moon was shining bright. In the top photo I purposely took the shot through the trees in my front yard, the moon was low. The second one was taken out in the wide open spaces on the farm.
Maybe you are like me and didn't know or remember all of the facts about the moon, blue moon, full moon, and such. I have added some interesting facts below from the internet.
FYI - Blue moons aren't actually blue, unless clouds of smoke or volcanic ash
in Earth's atmosphere lend them that particular hue. Rather, they
usually look like any other full moon in the sky.
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