‘I wander by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge:’ —W.B. Yeats
Peter Smyly [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
windswept lake
daylight the only witness
to our moans and sighs
her passion-spent hand caresses
my battle-scarred, tear-stained cheek
for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-two
Frank J. Tassone 
Leave a comment