I didn’t get my Yeats Challenge post up yesterday, so here’s Day Sixteen. I’m also linking it to Dverse’s Open Link Night.
Jane chose this quotation for Day Sixteen:
“Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?”—W.B. Yeats
At dawn the robin sings to greet the coming of the day,
the sun rises then in golden glow to brightly light the way,
across the sky, excited geese soar high in V formation
honking directions and chattering in winged conversations.
Young lovers meander in noontime explorations,
declaring their love in breathless exclamations,
taking breaks from work or school for this, a secret tryst,
holding hands, then coming closer, sharing their first kiss.
Later, the young white deer gambols in the gloaming
still young without his horns, carefree in his roaming,
but never too far does he wander from his mother’s side
bleating to her when he is scared, listening for her replies.
The owl spreads her wings, takes flight in the blackness of the night
she hoots from a branch to tell her mate that everything is right,
nocturnal creatures flit and scurry under the humming moon,
and in an upstairs room, we sleep, dreaming to the tune.