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)