Silver

Ah....the enchanting beauty of a moonlit night shimmering white in a cloak of snow...it's an almost heavenly experience that none should miss.

The words of Walter de la Mare do more justice to this thought than any that I may put down. Hence the poem below - dedicated to the beauty of nature and, more importantly, the beauty of those silent moments when you are with none but yourself and can cast aside all worries and concerns as you soak in the beauty of night 'n' snow...


Silver
(Walter de la Mare)

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 a silver eye;


And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.