Snow Moon

    Tomorrow, February 19, many of our skies will be lit up by a full moon (snow). I’m featuring a poem today by New Englander poet, James Russell Lowell, because his words conjure up instantly a picture in my head of me sitting alone, looking up into a starry sky, dominated by a full moon.

The moon shines white and silent
On the mist, which, like a tide
Of some enchanted ocean
Over the wide marsh doth glide
Spreading its ghost-like billows
Silently far and wide
A vague and starry magic
Make all things mysteries
And lures the earth’s dumb spirit
Up to the longing skies
I seem to hear dim whispers
And tremulous replies
The fireflies over the meadow
In pulses come and go
The elm-tree’s heavy shadow
Weighs on the grass below
And faintly from the distance
The dreaming cock doth crow
All things look strange and mystic
The very bushes swell
And take wild shapes and motions
As if beneath a spell
They seem not the same lilacs
From childhood known so well
The snow of deepest silence
Over everything doth fall
So beautiful and quiet
And yet  so like a pall
As if all life were ended
And rest were come to all
O wild and wondrous midnight
There is a might in thee
To make the charmed body
Almost like spirit be
And give it some faint glimpses
Of immortality
James Russell Lowell 1819-1891