We went looking for the moon late this afternoon.

The nearly full moon has risen huge and close and silver the last two evenings,

but we had been without the camera, and so didn’t have  photos.

We went in search of it this evening,

camera in hand.

But now the clouds are rolling in,

and the moon must have risen behind them.

We watched the sun set,

then drove a little further and watched it set yet again.

Every moment the sky changed, painted by the sun’s brush of light

on a canvas of cloud, marsh, forest, and water.

The world’s palette, a gently flowing medley of every color,

first touched by golden setting sunlight,

then wrapped in blueing misty darkness.

Moon behind cloud, daylight behind dark,

river flowing ever onward

from here to there in obedient silence.

But the birds were still tonight.

The deer stood quietly by the…