To the Moon

Our moon on Sunday evening was shrouded in mist,
but she was beautiful nonetheless.
My bedroom used to be at the front of the house, 
and my den was at the rear of the house.
Since the bedroom was larger and was filled with light during the day,
I switched the two rooms.
But this meant I could no longer peer through the bamboo shades at night
and watch the moon's progress across the sky.
So now, once a month, I slip downstairs with a pillow and a quilt,
to sleep on the sofa and watch her as she sails slowly past.   

 
April is the month of the Full Pink Moon. 

The Full Pink Moon was given its name by the Algonquin tribes from New England to Lake Superior.  This is the name the Colonial Americans adapted.

A full Moon in April brings frost. If the full Moon rises pale, expect rain.

The Full Pink Moon heralds the appearance of the moss pink, or wild ground phlox—

one of the first spring flowers. It is also known as the Sprouting Grass Moon,

the Egg Moon, and the Fish Moon.

— Old Farmer's Almanac

CCLXIV. To the Moon

AND, like a dying lady lean and pale,          

Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,          

Out of her chamber, led by the insane          

And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,          

The moon arose up in the murky east,                 

A white and shapeless mass.

  ART thou pale for weariness          

Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,          

    Wandering companionless          

  Among the stars that have a different birth,—          

And ever-changing, like a joyless eye                  

That finds no object worth its constancy?


The Cloud

That orbed' maiden

With white fire laden

Whom mortals call the Moon.

—Percy Bysshe Shelley