Autumn moon

The sky is half pale stars half moonlight and the stone road around the village is a silver path. The moonshadows are as deep as the moonlight is bright. The whole world is silver, silver ripples on the spring that rises on the stone road and flows and pools its way down towards the sea. Only the cornfield at night is moongold, warmer. The air is still and across the fields all around the dogs are starlight barking. You can hear the cat claw clack on the hard road, the sigh of the sea. The warmth of a blue sky day has gone and the air has a promise of winter, a chill, a bite. Beneath the moon the smallest of clouds catches falling light.