By Underwood & Underwood — Publisher [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons   ‘And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.’—W.B. Yeats   flying white moths another starry night without that wandering girl who caught me when…

By Miller, James Martin & H.S. Canfield. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons ‘We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘   Smoke in the sky After the last echoes of gunshots and screams only their bloodstains and memories remain   for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats:…

‘…your hair was bound and wound About the stars and moon and sun:’—W.B. Yeats   morning clouds everywhere I see your face since you slipped away your presence a reflection on this rippling water   for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Three

‘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…

  ‘…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