I’ve combined prompts again–a Shadorma for Eliot’s November Shadorma Challenge and Jane’s A Month with Yeats Poetry Challenge, Day Twenty-Seven for both.
Today’s quotation:
“Once more the storm is howling, and half hid
Under this cradle-hood and coverlid
My child sleeps on.”—W.B. Yeats
I watch her
sleep, tiny body
breathes softly
in and out,
time focused
only on the here and now,
her dreams without words
did her soul
travel from the stars
I wonder,
discover
love grows exponentially
in lullabies sung
I like how this looks into the child.
Thank you, Ken.
Children definitely contain stars. A lovely whisper of a song. (K)
Thank you so much, Kerfe.
They will love this
Thank you, Derrick.
Children and stars must have an affinity. You make it sound so obvious 🙂
Thank you. 😉
🙂
I hope your girls read this!
Thank you, Marian. They might. 😉
I agree with Kerfe, it’s a whisper of a song beautifully captured
Thanks so much, dear Damien!