I've always loved long walks in the moonlight. Perhaps John Masefield did, too. When one of my friends commented, "...seems like a lot of moonlighting is going on over there!" I thought of this poem my older children memorized in High School.
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 silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.- Walter de la Mare. 1873-1956
I've never managed to take a good moonlight photo with my camera. So you'll just have to take your own walk in the moonlight!
2 comments:
How about this one?
That's a nice photo. And it reminds me... I think I might actually have some of the same scene. But maybe its minus the moon...
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