Hanging high in the night sky is our moon -- sending light into the darkness -- thrilling us with its mystery -- moving tides against our shores. Sometimes it is a big orb above us and other times it is but a sliver in the sky. I often open the blinds on full moon nights --hoping that the light will awaken me so that I can enjoy it.

"Tis the witching hour of night,
Oer bed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen.
For what listen they"?
- John Keats
Penny, what a lovely man. I can just see him up there in the sky! And I like your tree shadows from the previous post, so much movement.
ReplyDeleteThank you Beverly. Its all a journey isnt' it!
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