December 2016

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)

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