We watch the
light sleep. Pink shadows
like sky gowns,
rose-blown sweet—
from rust mist, a goddess sings
recalling what was
The Oracle was quite stubborn today. She ate a previous poem that seemed closer to today’s snowy day. I think she remembered the Yeats poetry challenge. . .and what was, and so, she gave me this shadorma.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Remembering what was….
I do like that. It’s such a peaceful poem she gave you, and yes, it does recall some of the Yeats inspired poems.
Thank you, Jane. This poem is better–and more peaceful–than the one she ate. I guess she does know. 🙂
I’d say, she knows what’s best for us, but we’re straying into dangerous waters there.
Hahahaha, yes.
Beautiful poem, Merril, and beautiful image to go with it. I’m sort of glad the Oracle ate the other poem. I like this one. 🙂
Thank you, Robin. I like this one, too. 🙂
You painted this sunset with light brush strokes, Merril.
Thank you,Marian.
Well said.
Thank you, Ken.
sky gowns! and the goddess singing…now that should bring sweet dreams…(K)
Thank you, Kerfe!
Some excellent imagery here; and the concept of light sleeping is lovely
Thank you very much, Derrick.
I am very respectful of your Oracle and enjoyed this very much, Merril!
“Sky rose gowns blown sweet” described how the day may have begun in fairy tale – frothy form. It truly matched the picture you took! 🌸🌼
Thank you very much. I like this poem that the Oracle gave me. 🙂
You’re welcome and you have a wise Oracle, I agree.
🙂