Strawberry.

Right about ... now.

Thanks, Kurt.

Left.

Morris, The Hare and The Moon, 2020

The HARE

In the black furrow of a field

        I saw an old witch-hare this night;

     And she cocked a lissome ear,

        And she eyed the moon so bright,

     And she nibbled of the green;

        And I whispered "Wh-s-st! witch-hare,"

     Away like a ghostie o'er the field

        She fled, and left the moonlight there.

Walter de la Mare

Marvelous.

The full moon, well risen in a cloudless eastern sky, covered the high solitude with its light. We are not conscious of daylight as that which displaces darkness. Daylight, even when the sun is clear of clouds, seems to us simply the natural condition of the earth and air. When we think of the downs, we think of the downs in daylight, as with think of a rabbit with its fur on. Stubbs may have envisaged the skeleton inside the horse, but most of us do not: and we do not usually envisage the downs without daylight, even though the light is not a part of the down itself as the hide is part of the horse itself. We take daylight for granted. But moonlight is another matter. It is inconstant. The full moon wanes and returns again. Clouds may obscure it to an extent to which they cannot obscure daylight. Water is necessary to us, but a waterfall is not. Where it is to be found it is something extra, a beautiful ornament. We need daylight and to that extent it us utilitarian, but moonlight we do not need. When it comes, it serves no necessity. It transforms. It falls upon the banks and the grass, separating one long blade from another; turning a drift of brown, frosted leaves from a single heap to innumerable flashing fragments; or glimmering lengthways along wet twigs as though light itself were ductile. Its long beams pour, white and sharp, between the trunks of trees, their clarity fading as they recede into the powdery, misty distance of beech woods at night. In moonlight, two acres of coarse bent grass, undulant and ankle deep, tumbled and rough as a horse's mane, appear like a bay of waves, all shadowy troughs and hollows. The growth is so thick and matted that event the wind does not move it, but it is the moonlight that seems to confer stillness upon it. We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like the dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers. And its low intensity---so much lower than that of daylight---makes us conscious that it is something added to the down, to give it, for only a little time, a singular and marvelous quality that we should admire while we can, for soon it will be gone again.

Richard Adams, from Watership Down

marvelous (adj.)

c. 1300, merveillous, "causing wonder, of wonderful appearance or quality," from Old French merveillos "marvelous, wonderful" (Modern French merveilleux), from merveille (see marvel (n.)). Weakened sense of "splendid, very nice" is by 1924. The adverbial sense of "wonderfully, surprisingly" (early 14c.) is archaic or obsolete. Related: Marvelously; marvelousness.

Full.

Thanks, Kurt.

Out.

THE MOON

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;

She shines on thieves on the garden wall,

On streets and fields and harbour quays,

And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,

The howling dog by the door of the house,

The bat that lies in bed at noon,

All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day

Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way;

And flowers and children close their eyes

Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

Robert Louis Stevenson

George Winston, "Woods"

Autumnal equinox. 

Full moon ... Harvest moon. 

'Tis the Oyster Months.

'Tis Autumn ...

 

Secrets.

Anyone who’s not a fool should try walking in the woods on a cold night when the moon is full. That’s when I learned most of life’s secrets that I know.

Jim Harrison

Dreaming.

van Gogh, Rising Moon, 1889

Will a moon so bright ever arise again?
Drink a cupful of wine and ask of the sky.
I don't know where the palace gate of heaven is,
Or even the year in which tonight slips by.
I want to return riding the whirl-wind! But I
Feel afraid that this heaven of jasper and jade
Lets in the cold, its palaces rear so high.
I shall get up and dance with my own shadow.
From life endured among men how far a cry!

Round the red pavilion
Slanting through the lattices
Onto every wakeful eye,
Moon, why should you bear a grudge, O why
Insist in time of separation so to fill the sky?
Men know joy and sorrow, parting and reunion;
The moon lacks luster, brightly shines; is all, is less.
Perfection was never easily come by.
Though miles apart, could men but live for ever
Dreaming they shared this moonlight endlessly! 

Su Tung-po

Alone.

Eclipse.

Animation of the October 8, 2014, total lunar eclipse, whereby the moon passes through the Earth’s shadow from west to east. The horizontal yellow line depicts the ecliptic. The nearby dim “star” is actually the planet Uranus, which may be visible through binoculars.

CONNECT

Clair de Lune.

Millet, The Sheepfold, Moonlight, 1872

Your soul is as a moonlit landscape fair,
    Peopled with maskers delicate and dim,
That play on lutes and dance and have an air
    Of being sad in their fantastic trim.

The while they celebrate in minor strain
    Triumphant love, effective enterprise,
They have an air of knowing all is vain,—
    And through the quiet moonlight their songs rise,

The melancholy moonlight, sweet and lone,
    That makes to dream the birds upon the tree,
And in their polished basins of white stone
    The fountains tall to sob with ecstasy.

Paul Verlaine

Claude Debussy, Suite bergamasque, No. 3, "Clair de Lune," performed on guitar by John Williams and Julian Bream …

Blood.

In astronomical lore, all the full moons have names. The names typically coincide with months of the year, or seasons.

One of the most famous moon names is the Hunter’s Moon. It is the the full moon immediately following the Harvest Moon, which is the full moon occurring most closely to the autumnal equinox.

The Hunter’s Moon, in skylore, is also sometimes called the Blood Moon. 

CONNECT

Neil Young, "Harvest Moon"

Steady.

The Moon, how definite its orb!


Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze--


'Tis there indeed,--but where is it not?--


It is suffused o'er all the sapphire Heaven,


Trees, herbage, snake-like stream, unwrinkled Lake,


Whose very murmur does of it partake


And low and close the broad smooth mountain


Is more a thing of Heaven than when


Distinct by one dim shade and yet undivided from the universal cloud


In which it towers, finite in height.

- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Full.

Chagall, The Enchanted Forest, 1945

From time to time 

The clouds give rest 

To the moon beholders.

- Basho

Bing Crosby, "I Wished On The Moon"

Dvořák, "Song to the Moon"

Anna Netrebko performs ...

Now.

Your way begins on the other side.

Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone
suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud. ..
The speechless full moon
comes out now.

- Rumi

Full.

Thin Lizzy, "Dancing In The Moonlight"

Paul Winter Consort, "North Fork Wolves"