Silver
A favourite poem of mine from schooldays
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 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 – 1958
The full moon together with a very cloudy sky
last night here in Melbourne
gave me a chance to try out the night setting
on my little point and shoot camera
Some good – some not so good
click and enlarge for a better view
To see more skies from around the world
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