Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads suggested we write a poem using the pattern in He Wishes for the Cloth of Heaven by William Butler Yeats. So, with great hesitation and profuse apologies to WB, here's my stumbling attempt.
If you don't or haven't visited IGRT, you should do so. The prompts are always interesting and challenging and the company is inspiring!
P.S. Isn't he gorgeous?
She Wishes for a Light in Winter
Had I the glow of a winter moon,
The silvered blue of winter night,
The full or the half, the shrouded moon
That lights the night into half-night,
I would lead you through this forest deep:
But I, being blind, with darkness keep;
I stumbling lead into the deep.
Hold tightly, my love, for the forest keeps.
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