Day 25 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats and the quote is: ‘And when white moths were on the wing, and moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream and caught a little silver trout.’—W.B. Yeats
Jane’s blog is: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com
My poem today is called A WHITE WING RISING
A starlit day,
on a distant shore,
as if summer had sent it
swarming like a snowflake;
silken wings to summon the sunset,
a white moth to raise a sweet soul
departing.
And there,
as a star was added,
the bright moon was kissed
in berry blush as the sun settled
beneath the lake where the lost trout
turned through tresses of silver dancing
and he smiled at his love, since lost,
now glimmering
in eternity.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
Aengus would have recognised a kindred soul. Exquisite, Damien.
You’ve just added much needed joy to my heart. Thank you 😘
Aengus was bonkers, don’t forget 🙂
Maybe bonkers is the way to deal with life!!! 😳
It would make some things easier to accept 🙂
Lovely, Damien! I smiled, too.
🤗 a happy heart here now
🙂
A beautiful circle dance. (K)