I’ve been busy getting ready for Thanksgiving. Wishing all of those who celebrate the holiday a very Happy Thanksgiving.
This is for Jane’s A Month with Yeats Challenge. Today’s quotation:
“I wander by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge:” —W.B. Yeats
I wandered by the shadowed lake,
desolate it seemed at first,
till a swan glided there and took
a sip to slake his thirst.
Soon after that, his mate sailed to him,
the two swam side-by-side
a lover’s dance, in evening dim
across the lakeside wide,
but with moonlight the sky turned brighter
together then, they spread their wings and gracefully took flight.
Their feathered bodies seemed larger and whiter
against the blanket of indigo night,
and though I’ve traveled, often far,
this is the memory that comforts me
when hope seems lost to faultless stars
I think of the swans on that moonlit night–and I feel free.
Caspar David Friedrich, “Swans in the Reeds,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons