September 2018

The evenings are closing in…

Day is shutting down,
noise and clamour packed away.
Silence trickles in.

(28/09/18)

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September rain…

The morning dissolves.
Sky, trees, time, run together.
Rowan berries bleed.

(21/09/18)

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Passing the famine grave on Killary…

Connemara keens:
crop ridges line up like graves.
A raven laments.

(14/09/18)

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Dark September nights…

A darkness so dark
it’s more presence than absence.
A silence that roars.

(07/09/18)

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