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Friday, January 2, 2009

A Winter Moon

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
**photo googleimages.com

10 comments:

  1. the illustration is captivating and the poem is wonderful as well.

    happy saturday, betsy!

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  2. What a beautiful picture and poem thanks, for sharing and starting my day with happy thoughts.

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  3. I'm *trying* to enjoy winter, and your poem and photo helped ... :)
    Susan

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  4. It is will be 70 in Arkansas today, then sleet on Monday. Hard to adjust to this mess.

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  5. You going on a cruise this year?

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  6. nanny ~ no cruise this year...it's an every-other-year thing. Have to save my pennies!

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  7. I love it when the moon seems silvery like that. Lovely poem too.

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  8. Betsy, I have always loved this poem and I also used to sing it. British composer Benjamin Britten set it and four other Walter de la Mare poems to music in a collection called "Tit for Tat" - so beautiful. Thanks for the memory of that.

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  9. Beautiful. I love the moon and my astrological sign is ruled by it. I have been fascinated by the moon since I was a child.
    I also like the picture very much.

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