One is all you need. I have not decided whether the picture is serene or spooky. Perhaps a bit of both.
Mysteries are often like that, Emma. You know.
The moon is always ripe and resists being picked.
I know, Jon. You need a really tall ladder. But the wonder of it is, when you pluck it from the branch it rises into orbit on its own.
Lovely photo and charming poem. The moon is always so evocative to me.
Who knows what effect the moon had on people around the world even before we knew the world was round? Evocative indeed!
We all need a moon tree Geo. so the moon can cast its gentle light over us. That precious moon controls so much of what happens in our lives and on this earth of ours.
The tides, the the rattle and roar of earth, the content of life and imagination...It's very true what you say there.