The turn of the year – and hope…
Imperceptible
the lengthening of the days.
But you can feel it.
(30/12/16)
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With the falling of the last leaves, the once-solid density of woodland once again becomes single, individual trees…
Separating back,
individualising.
Winter woods un-wood.
(23/12/16)
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Tá ceol i ngach a’n áit….
Cuaifeach gaoithe,
streancán ard gheata iarainn.
Cuaichín cheoil.
(16/12/16)
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Final edible mushroom foraging of the season…
Pushing through gold leaves,
creamy heads bursting upwards.
Smelling of the Earth.
(09/12/16)
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The colours, this Autumn, ah, the colours…
Silver, the bare trees,
Bronze, the path through the chestnuts,
Gold, the rippling tide.
(02/12/16)