The Concise Verse

"Silver" by Walter de la Mare Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog; From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws, and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam,

A new poem every week, focusing on short pieces or excerpts of longer works. The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams so much depends upon   a red wheel barrow   glazed with rain water   beside the white chickens