Silver

If you are a moongazer as I am you should be enjoying the beautiful full moon at the moment. There are some clouds in the sky giving her a veiling her, but ever she is beautiful. Tonight she reminds me of Walter de la Mare’s beautiful poem…Silver.

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

Walter de la mare

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