After the moonlight

I was creeping round the house unable to sleep and watched the whole countryside bathed in moonlight on shimmering frost.  Made me think of Walter de la Mare poem...

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; 


Although not sure why there are fruit at frost time but I lay awake thinking of the line about the ‘beams beneath the silvery thatch’. 


By morning it was crisp and bright but by lunchtime it was raining and thus remained all day.   


Difficult day as we now have covid in the family and have had endless WhatsApp conversations with the brothers trying to sort things out.