A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket - <br />And you listening. <br />A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch. <br />A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror <br />To tempt a first star to a tremor. <br /> <br />Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm <br />wreaths of breath - <br />A dark river of blood, many boulders, <br />Balancing unspilled milk. <br />'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!' <br /> <br />The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work <br />That points at him amazed.<br /><br />Ted Hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-moon-and-little-frieda/
