On St. Patrick's Day we learn about and honor Irish culture and traditions: Poetic voices from Ireland
Consider these lines from "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" by William Butler Yeats:
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
We are transported to another place, another time.
Can you write a poem about a place where "peace comes dropping slow"?
In what places, landscapes, retreats or destinations can you "have some peace there"?
What are your evenings "full of"? What sounds or visions?