The man in the moon

Last night I was at a parents' night and afterwards, as I drove home, I noticed that the moon was full. It looked huge, and I enjoyed watching it as I drove home. Several times as I turned the car this way and that on my journey I saw it moving behind the leafless branches of trees, which looked spectacular. And when I saw it shining in the cloudless night sky I could clearly see the lunar seas and highlands that do resemble a sort of face; last night the man in the moon seemed to have a rather wry expression.
It was a beautiful night and made me think of one of my very favourite poems. It's by Walter de la Mare And is simply called "Silver" - which is also one of my favourite words.

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.

The last couple of days have been bright and sunny, and I think it has lifted everyone's spirits. It may not quite be Spring yet (my favourite season) but it's definitely on the way.