Saturday, January 10, 2009

Full Moon

In homage to the full 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 a silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

by Walter de la Mare (1873-1956)

Thank you to a favorite blog...Letters from a Hill Farm.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for sharing that one! I'm thinking of starting a blog to input a lot of my poetry into, and to put my favorite poems into. Something that may come into fruition soon. :)