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 star almost as 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.
~ Robert Frost
Gladsome Lights 
Another beautiful Robert Frost poem!
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Don’t you just love this! To know that Robert Frost feels the same way about a new moon as I do, even though he expresses it a little better than I ever could, makes me want to hug him.
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What more can one say when the words are Frost’s?
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Wonderful! I really don’t know his work at all, sadly, except the that famous one about the road not taken.
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