says he to his beloved:
the wind doth blaw the day, my love
a few wee drops o’ rain
the leaves lash at the branches above
the winds whip a refrain
the warld whirls ambitious an’ gray
the muin fimmers a beat
the stars nae langer reel for the day
the gods abandon thair seat
says Brigid in response:
yet in this maist tempestuous time
yer mind turns e’er tae she
memories of her sae sweet, sublime
wi’ howp yer hert set free
sae dance nou the day in colours fair
a sang yer saul tae grace
in sorrow cry nae mair, nae mair
lat jey yer life embrace
says he to his beloved:
the wind does blow today, my love
a few small drops of rain
the leaves lash at the branches above
the winds whip a refrain
the world whirls ambitious and gray
the moon skips a beat
the stars no longer reel for the day
the gods abandon their seat
says Brigit in response:
yet in this most tempestuous time
your mind turns ever to she
memories of her so sweet, sublime
with hope your heart set free
so dance now the day in colors fair
a song your soul to grace
in sorrow cry no more, no more
let joy your life embrace
Salt Lake City 24 Aug 2022
George Ellington 
George… your way with words is sublime. I don’t usually comment, since your conversations with your muse feel so intimately connected that comments almost feel like they might be an intrusion, but wow… the language of this one gives the tingles, and feels other-worldly divine.
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Lia, you are such a dear. Thank you. Reading your comment made me feel so good about my writing. I have always valued your feedback, knowing that my writing touches such a talented poet like you.
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