Peeking through leaves

You might find Quiet gazing out
savoring a sunrise
lips upturned slightly
as she draws on frosted panes

You might find Quiet laughing
listening with her skin
offering soupçons of affection
when it’s least expected

Inside the heart of Quiet
a faint thunder rumbles
pregnant with adventure
as life sparks ripple out


I am contented, for I know that Quiet
Wanders laughing and eating her wild heart
Among pigeons and bees
from In the Seven Woods by William Butler Yeats

Photo was taken of me by my friend Cairn last spring as I was peeking through a tree branch at a writer’s workshop.

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