A #tanka for A Year with Yeats: Day Twenty #haiku #poetry

A faerie Queen, Wikimedia Commons

out of the dark air over her head there came

A murmur of soft words and meeting lips.’—W.B. Yeats

falling rain

soft whispers and kisses

in the dark

signs of a peace

I haven’t earned

For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty

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