That was a big bright beautiful moon I sat underneath enjoying my nitecap tonight. Bright and silvery, the palm tree fronds were glistening, and the deck around the pool looked like it was covered in a sheen of ice. It was gorgeous. I could only imagine what the moon looked like from a New England woods, with the leaves starting to turn and fall and the trees already starting to show their stick-figured branches against the moon like a pre-Halloween preview.

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 coat 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

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