May 2015

A big year for cuckoos, it seems, their calls everywhere…

Shadows unrolling.
Buttercups and daisies furl.
Cuckoo calls vespers.

(29/05/15)

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Perfect early Summer days…

Warm scents rise like mist.
A cloud of birdsong descends.
A cuckoo calls noon.

(22/05/15)

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Hot, sunny days, especially when out of that easterly…

Shadows sun themselves,
stretch, lazy, across the road;
get spotted by tar.

(15/05/15)

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The weather this month has reverted to type, much more varied and ephemeral…

A day of rainbows;
sea and sky changing places;
clouds chase their shadows.

(08/05/15)

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A sad day in Glenties and Doire na Loughan, saying goodbye – for now – to an old and dear friend…

In Derryloughan
larks and wrens combine in song.
Mourning the last oak.

(01/05/15)

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