April 2011

The most beautiful time of year, really getting underway: growth, profusion, fecundity….

Head-bowed humility,
Elegant El Greco saints,
the nimbused plantain.

(25/04/11)

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This glorious period of fresh, soft growth is always too fleeting somehow…

Shivering silk scraps,
brambles’ delicate new show
belie their toughness.

(18/04/11)

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Ah, that light: bright green glimmer of new leaves forming a nimbus around the early-waking trees, like birch and willow. There’s still a little nip when not in direct sun but it’s definitely a new Season. A beautiful time of year.

April breeze still cool
Blue-rinse spruce shiver primly
Birch shimmer green haze

(11/04/11)

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Had to move the bird feeder when the rats ingeniously worked out how to climb along a 3mm twig, hang by their hind feet and reach, suspended upside-down, to eat the nuts. No doubt, they assume they’re there for them as much – or more, as for the birds….today a twittery racket caused me to look out and see a new menace for the hungry birds, the local tom in who’s territory we live…

Cothaitheoir tréighte.
Íde béil éan i bhfolach.
Cat mín lastíos.

[Hidden birds scolding.
Feeder hangs unattended.
Sleek cat sits below.]

(04/04/11)

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