Tonight is November's full moon, known as the frosty moon, the brightest and whitest moon of the year. I think this poem by Walter de la Mare captures its magic well, magically.
Silver - Walter de la Mare
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 a silver-feathered sleep;
A
harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With
silver claws and a silver eye;
And
moveless fish in the water gleam,
By
silver reeds in a silver stream.
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