A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Six

Today’s quote is from ‘The White Birds’.

‘I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!’ W.B. Yeats


As the birds soar up the sky
And the sea as blue as your eyes
Builds its nest in the tree, magpie
I’m buoyed up as you are my prize

White foams of the sea are rising
And the dreamers flicker in doze
Don’t forget the stars in bidding
Weariness of the day in prose

As the leaves fall down from branches
The crimson flame of the sunset
The joy I’ve waited in ages
The music heard from the quartet

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

For: A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Six, Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #26



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