
‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.’
—W.B. Yeats
First Light
rememb’ring
when first I met you
deep dark eyes
sweet milk breath
a glimpse of eternity
bundled in bunting
~kat
A Shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5) for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty-Seven. Today’s quote, is the opening to Yeats’ lovely poem, “A Prayer for my Daughter’.




November 27th, 2017 at 9:10 pm
Lovely
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November 27th, 2017 at 11:15 pm
Thanks Lynn. ❤
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November 27th, 2017 at 9:39 pm
Very lovely
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November 27th, 2017 at 11:15 pm
thank you ❤
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November 28th, 2017 at 2:53 pm
Always 💓
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November 28th, 2017 at 6:16 am
Lovely, Kat 🙂
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November 28th, 2017 at 12:40 pm
Marvelous! 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
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