years go by
witnessed in their passing
no chronicle but the legend
in their grain
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Nine (each day a new Yeats quote).
“Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna’s children died” – W.B. Yeats
Image: aged and weathered cedar at Ha Ha Tonka State Park, Missouri (October 2014)