In just three short lines, this poem captures a quiet shift from night to day. The speaker wakes in the morning and begins putting things in order, and the place they choose to tidy is the spot where moonlight fell during the night. It's a small, ordinary act, but the poem gives it a gentle, almost ritual feeling.
The word "moonshine" is a nice choice here. It can simply mean moonlight, but it also carries a faint sense of something unreal or dreamlike, as if the light left something behind. The speaker seems calm and attentive, perhaps a little reverent. Judging by the wording, the moonlight isn't treated as something to clear away but as something that marks the place, almost like a shrine, which the title hints at. The mood is hushed and contemplative: daily routine meets a lingering trace of night, and the ordinary morning feels slightly touched by magic.