We took our first three daffodils as a posy for our dear friend today and she loved them. 
We always enjoys poetry together, ‘Warning’ by Jenny Joseph, ‘The Path Less Travelled’ by Robert Frost , ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’ by Edward Lear and others that raise smiles of recognition and discussion of rhyme, rhythm and the scene conjured up. This one, ”Silver’ by Walter de la Mare, was new to us and we all enjoyed it. At the time of an almost full moon, the slivery effect on the garden is gorgeous and captured perfectly here..
Silver
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.
