INTO FALL....

FULL MOON by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) 

                                                 From her collection "Dark of the Moon" 1926

I listened, there was not a sound to hear

In the great rain of moonlight...

                ...pouring down.

The eucalyptus trees were carved...

                     ...in silver.

And a light mist of silver lulled the town.

I saw far off the grey Pacific bearing

A broad white disk of flame,

     And on the garden-walk...

a snail beside me...

         Tracing in crystal...

...the slow way he came.

"Midsummer night the garden perfumes are earth and apple, dewy pine and rose..." -Sara Teasdale

Photographs 2026 Mt. Washington range 

                                    from Campbell River, BC.