The Moon

After posting some frosty pictures that reminded me of one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost, my mind started wandering as it is often wont to do, and I thought of other nature poems by Frost including the Freedom of the Moon.

I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.

I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.

I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I've pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,

And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.

Not my favorite Frost, but it will do. I thought of all the rhymes and lyrics with the moon, in June, we'll swoon, but not too soon ... seems sort of silly, doesn't it?

And I thought of the beautiful pictures of the recent lunar eclipse, and this note was born. Since I am always terse and laconic, it is a very short note.

SEE!

Originally written on February 6, 2011.