Monet, Morris Trotter Kathryn, Illinois. 5. Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended So long beneath the heaven's o'er-hanging eaves; Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended; Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, Thine almoner, the wind, scatters the golden leaves! The moon is red, contrasting and bright, glittering shine, atmospheric depth, opalescent glow, glare, bokeh, atmospheric effects, artistic interpretation, highly detailed, intricate lighting, backlight.