Sun and Moon Together

Last night, the moon rose while it was still daylight.


Meanwhile, the sun glowed behind the pines.


Dylan and I watched the night sky. Glowing, glowing. . . .

. . . almost gone.

And only the moon is left to light the night (and Dylan) in a silver glow. Like this poem:

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 cote 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 (1873-1958)

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