Tonight I'm saying, "What the...?" at this new poem I found from my buddy Robert...I had NO IDEA there was this poem, and I thought I'd read the anthology...how does something like this happen. I feel like I was just handed a jewel, and at exactly the right time...Here it is, with a photo of the September Moon by me.
The Freedom of the Moon
by Robert Frost
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 start almost 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.