Silver and Gold

It’s been a happy day, with an unexpected visit from our daughter-in-law and youngest granddaughter this morning. 

We’ve also had a chap come and fit some roller blinds in our family room, which will be useful when we’re sitting in there when the sun is dazzlingly low in the sky. 

I didn’t manage to take any photos for Blip until evening, so I slipped outside when the light was golden just as the sun was setting. Here’s the silvery moon seen through the emerging leaves of our ash tree.


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 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