Full moon and the cold
Hurried me along the night round
With the dog, whose nose
Was as slow as usual, exploring
The ground. I thought he had found
Glowworms, or swarms of fireflies
Just crawling out,
Till I saw that the grass
And the dog were drenched in drops,
And every drop a cup
Giving back the moon's light.
The next day the first maple leaves
Waved goodbye from the grass.