August 2017

Walking through the pine forest…

Lovely, dark and deep;
the silent woods clasp all sound
to their mossy heart.



An unsettled August…

In the night’s quiet
a rain shower has begun.
Giving Silence sound.



The circle of life, turning…

Roads not made for speed.
Magpies feast on dead badger.
It’s quite black and white.



Roadside verges rampant with life…

Along the boreens,
like wildfire the wild flowers.
Careless inferno.



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