It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.

And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.

A lot of things are explained by a full moon.

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says,
on the star tree,
pale with luminous
ocean leaves.