Tuesday, August 28, 2012

At the Lake

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore. . . .
I hear it in the deep heart's core.  
William Butler Yeats, Irish Nobel Prize laureate for Literature (1865-1939) 

As I write this, the sparkles of sunlight on the water matches the sparkles of sunlight on the leaves of the white poplars.

I am surrounded by beauty.

1 comment:

John said...

Thank you for introducing me WBY's 'Two Trees' (and Loreena McKennit) - a wonderful poem and a moving performance