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
Lovely image in that final stanza 🙂
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thank you, Jane 🙂
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Thanks for sharing!!!
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my pleasure 🙂
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