A few nights ago, when the moon was full, I looked out the window and noticed a silvery light illuminating the trees and their leaves.  I was reminded of a poem I love, by Walter de la Mare, in which he describes the world around him on a moonlit night.  It’s a beautiful poem, and I share it with you here.  For added enjoyment, you might want to read it aloud!–April Moore

SILVER
by Walter de la Mare

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 weeds in a silver stream.

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