‘…by water among the trees The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh’ —W.B. Yeats   November morning A grown stag, his doe, their fawns graze near the water my gratitude for the challenge of raising my family     for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-one, Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry challenge–Thanks and Family and…

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

‘We who still labour by the cromlech on the shore, The grey cairn on the hill, when day sinks drowned in dew, Being weary of the world’s empires, bow down to you, Master of the still stars and of the flaming door.’—W.B. Yeats Wikimedia commons starry Autumn night sparks ascend the darkened sky from countless…