Day 21 for Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats and today’s quote is: ‘…by water among the trees the delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh’ —W.B. Yeats
My poem is called STILL STANDING
Stag standing
where the river
still ripples,
where the wind
still whips the waves,
where the trees
still twist and turn.
Stag standing
as his lady
lets slip a sigh.
Stag standing,
observing
all that man
once had at his feet.
Stag still standing,
in silent hommage
to the beauty
man once tried to beat.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
He does seem to be gathering what he sees for safekeeping (since humans seem to have totally abdicated that responsibility…) (K)
I’m glad he’s still standing.
And he shook his shaggy head and sighed.