This evening I watched the Moon rise, on my front porch. When Luna was behind my neighbor’s tree, I saw a good photo opportunity and captured these pictures. The tree branches still have some leaves left, and they all framing the waxing gibbous Moon with their beautiful Autumn silhouettes.
Christmas stars shine on high,
Golden stars in the wint’ry sky;
Christmas candles in windows bright
Send s greeting into the night;
While in our hearts the Christmas flame,
Glows with a love like his who came,
The infant Christ of lowly birth,
To bring good will and peace to earth.
by Marie Irish Bright