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
Moonlight is like a magnet for me and I love the waxing moon because her light shines in the early part of the night, when I can walk and enjoy her company. She throws lacy shadows as she shines through my divi-divi tree and makes all the white flowers in the garden glisten. Tonight she shone so bright that even the densest shadows seemed light ; so I turned off the electric light so that I could enjoy her light in all it's splendour. A beautiful walk!
I'm glad you had a lovely, moon-lit evening.
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ReplyDeleteHow did the divi divi makes its way to Kerala from Aruba?
no idea O :-) Obviously brought in by some enthusiastic gardener. The great thing about the tree is that you can grow it close to a house because the roots aren't very feisty and so won't grow into concrete. So much so, there have a number of them planted in our church graveyard!
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