Three Untitled Short Pieces Written After Reading Yeats for an Evening

I heard the woman softly say
'I've watched each day
As my love was flown away
On the tip of this Bluebird's wing'

. The lonely song this songbird sings
. Rings in my ears;
. Like mine, its love is gone. Pity it
. Can't share my tears

.. The crystal crisp morning dew reminds my of the scent that you
.. Wore dancing in the garden that long distant night in June.