Well Written Wednesdays: all silver under your rain

Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain tonight.

An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month;
   tonight they are throwing you kisses.

An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a
   cherry tree in his back yard.

The clocks say I must go--I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking
   white thoughts you rain down.

   Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.

-"Back Yard" by Carl Sandburg