May 2012

Weather glorious now, wild flowers bursting up and out, magically. You name it, it’s there. What a joy to be in the Burren at this time of year….

Pignut and primrose.
An Rath banks, a symphony.
Planted by fairies.

(25/05/12)

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Still cool, not to say cold, and the grass hasn’t really grown yet; the sheep on the rough mountain look hungry. And blow-dried!

Heads down hungrily,
eight sheep, giant, furred puffballs,
bright among dark reeds.

(18/05/12)

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Saw a red squirrel in the woods today, even got a photo! Go fada buan sibh! It’s glorious how they move, they don’t run, they flow, even up the sheer trunks of pines, who’s faded, last-year colours they match perfectly…

Like a wind-blown leaf,
copper-bronze of fallen pines,
billowing up trees.

(11/05/12)

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Idir na ceatheanna, na cosáin mearthriomaithe, conair chasta mhoilisc ag glioscarnach mar Jackson Pollack leath-dhéanta!

Rian airgeadúil,
‘caisirnínigh thar na leaca,
drúichtín ag tarraing.

(05/05/12)

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