Thought maybe I’d share this sweet poem, in honor of tomorrow night’s Harvest Moon. There is some lovely imagery in it. Hope you will enjoy it, and be sure to go outside tomorrow, wherever you are, and marvel at the moon!
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
– Walter de la Mare