Sunday, March 12, 2017

Moon River

I love the Moon. 

The Moon by Robert Louis Stevenson
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;
And flowers and children close their eyes
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.


  1. Such a lovely rendition of the Moon (which I also drew today!). I get up so early that it is one of the first things I see outside. I find it comforting in a way.

  2. A full moon and a lovely poem what more can a woman want!