Looking at the Harvest moon,

Tonight  there is the third Super moon of 2014. Anyone lucky enough to see it on a clear night will surely stop and marvel. After awhile looking up at space and thinking of the huge distances up there you start to feel really glad you are down on earth and everything looks very welcoming and friendly around you. If you go outside on a moonlit night when all around you is asleep and quiet there is a sort of magic in its silvery light. You're not supposed to go to sleep with moonlight shining on your face though, I'm not sure why. There are lots of amazing photographs being taken now looking at the moon and its reflection on earth, on the sea or just up above us in the night sky.
Here is a poem by Ted Hughes (1930 - 1998) about the harvest moon that comes from his collection originally aimed at children.

The Harvest Moon

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon
Rolls along the hills gently bouncing
A vast balloon
Till it takes off and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky like a gold doubloon,
The harvest moon has come
Booming softly through heaven like a bassoon
And the earth replies all night like a deep drum.

So people can't sleep
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil in a religious hush
The harvest moon has come

And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.
Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry 'we are ripe, reap us' and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.

Capra de Vence by Marc Chagall clearly shows his fascination with the moon