#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

And who has seen the moon, who has not seen
Her rise from out the chamber of the deep,
Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber
Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw
Confession of delight upon the wave,
Littering the waves with her own superscription
Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes toward us
Spread out and known at last, and we are sure
That beauty is a thing beyond the grave,
That perfect, bright experience never falls
To nothingness, and time will dim the moon
Sooner than our full consummation here
In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.

~ Excerpt from Moonrise, by D. H. Lawrence

I don’t have a picture of tonight’s full moon, but Instagram and Facebook are populated by many excellent one. I walked in the morning without frost, last of the leaves losing their color, and a few on the ground still gorgeous with bright hues. I rose early but stayed up late reading my advance copy of my friend Laura’s memoir, riveting. Such a beautifully written book. Perhaps I will finish it tonight. Excited that my friend who moved away this September is coming back to the area for Thanksgiving tomorrow. How quickly the days have passed since she left! Perhaps I will talk her into a frigid dip in the pond.