June 2017


Fleeing blackbird flutes
her five-note, loud alarm call.
A haiku’s last line.



More deer here these days…

Headlights flood the track,
a starry coat glides away:
night fleeing the dawn.



Perfect day on the green road…

Cuckoos’ busy calls;
old gates and larks pipe their tunes:
the Burren singing.



Killarney Lakes, magnificent…

Precarious oaks
erupt from bare-rock fissures,
defy gravity.



Finally, the weather has turned, knocking the blossoms of the rhodies…

Rain and wind conspire
to create a wild collage:
red, green and lilac.


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