Upon the russet brow of the effortless mountain
A leaf let go, finally shedding all doubting
She walked through willows weaving
And found the level shore
And shed the past of dreams and grieving;
Now breathing within the wholesome core
Refuge, once dressed in quilted robe, so mended
With soft, warm eyes and words tea-scented
Now she walks through life perceiving
And knows the level shore
She walks with Fergus now
With hopes and fears no more
Inspiration: Who Goes with Fergus? by W. B. Yeats (first published in 1892)
Image: Early evening view from Slieve Gullion (2012), Keith Ruffles
Primitive Joe 
