Silver Hue

I've tried the moon titled in air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel in your hair She sat quietly deaf to the river Shadows line along the old rocking chair Rippling chords and running deep Hidden in the darkness and shiver Fiddling crickets with a thunderous clatter I push forward these bones of stone Amongst a small opening and unfold toward home ***** I've tried the moon titled in air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel in your hair. (Robert Frost) For the Homage contest