Night of the Full Moon

[osprey_archer]

A poem - about night, because that seemed appropriate for Halloween.

Incidentally, I went for a walk this evening - because it's Halloween, and the moon is so close to full. My path led through the woods, and I didn't have a flashlight; but the moon was bright enough that I could see my shadow wash across the ground.

The Night of the Full Moon
By Lloyd Frankeburg

O come with me into this moonlight world.
The trees are large and soft tonight,
With blossoms loaded soft and white,
A cloud of whiteness furling and unfurled.

The houses give their sounds upon the air
In muted tones and secrecies,
Their lights like laughter through the trees.
The evening breathes its vows into our hair.

The evening puts its lips to throat and brow
And swears what it has sworn before
To others and will swear to more.
The evening has its arms around us now.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I was walking in the woods yesterday in the early morning, and it was dark and gray out, but there were lots and lots of oak leaves on the ground, and the ones that were lying there, underside up, were shining white, loaded with raindrops like diamonds. I said to my son, "If we were walking here at night, we'd see the path extra clearly because of the leaves"--just exactly the way you did.

Your walk sounds magical--and this poem is beautiful, especially the last line of the middle verse, and the last line of the last verse.

[osprey-archer.livejournal.com]

Yes! I love the personification of evening in this poem - it isn't a particularly kind evening, but wickedly attractive nonetheless.