The road verges are at their absolute best just now…
Ferns and meadowsweet
caress the flanks of the cars.
Lanes, summer-narrowed.
(28/08/15)
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Mid-summer meteorite-lit nights. Do the badgers notice?
The lawn full of holes,
badgers root for midnight grub.
Above, stars explode.
(21/08/15)
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Whew, wild days, storms and rain, pity the flowers…
Battered mont bretia,
rain-walloped, storm-hammered, bashed.
Flowers strain upwards.
(14/08/15)
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Thíos cois farraige: dathanna…
Roilleóg ar charraig;
Dubh ‘is oráiste ‘is bán:
feamainn, téad ‘is cúr.
(07/08/15)