This week, Ailsa asks us to share images which fit the theme, ‘Soft’. I have never touched a cloud, but they always look to me, as soft as a pillow. When I was thinking of clouds and sky, the beautiful poem, “The Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats, came into my mind. It was set to music, by the American composer Z. Randall Stroope and I spent many hours practising it, when I used to take singing lessons.
“Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” ~W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
This soft little angel is my 3-year-old granddaughter. 🙂
To see Ailsa’s lovely soft images, and other entries for the theme, click here.