The birds were louder this morning,
raucous, oblivious, tweeting their teensy bird-brains out.
It scared me, until I remembered it’s Spring.
How do they know it? A stupid question.
Thank you, birdies. I had forgotten how promise feels.
|2014-08-09||The Rose of Battle||W. B. Yeats|
|2013-08-17||The Living Beauty||W. B. Yeats|
|2012-01-07||The Magi||W. B. Yeats|
|2013-01-05||The Balloon of the Mind||W. B. Yeats|
|2010-06-20||A Prayer for my Daughter||W. B. Yeats|
|2011-03-17||Who goes with Fergus?||W. B. Yeats|
|2013-02-17||The Moods||W. B. Yeats|
|2014-10-04||Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven||W. B. Yeats|
|2015-01-23||What Is||Jeffrey Yang|