The rain came in last night, in for the night. And today. Maybe forever. Almost instantly, streams break banks, small lakes form in low-lying areas, the hills are laced with white ribbons of streams…
Weather
Hill streams roar white noise.
Each lip a boiling caulron.
Birds sing undaunted.
The rain mists in, low.
Hilltop, trees, sky coalesce.
The World disappears.
(29/03/10)
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Finally, Spring is here and there’s a great burgeoning and budding; newly active birds; and in the woods…
Waking
Furtive scurrying.
Rustling in the undergrowth.
The woods are alive!
(22/03/10)
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Tá an aimsir aoibhinn ag leanúint ar aghaidh, cé go bhfuil sé fuar a dhóthain fós…Níl faic faoi bhláth fós agus gaoth ghéar ag séideadh…bíonn ciall ag an gcat!
I neidín fhéarmhar,
cat camarsach á ghrianadh.
Critheann an t-eidhnéan.
[In a grassy form,
curl of cat bakes quietly.
Ivy leaves shiver.]
(15/03/10)
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Amhrán an earraigh
Ollchór an ghairdín
i gcomórtas binncheolmhar.
Baird dothuirsithe.
[Spring song
The massed garden choir
tries to outdo each each other.
Tireless troubadours.]
(08/03/10)
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Spring is slow to appear this year, with this unusually cold spell we’ve been having; hard frosts and snow in may places, still.But, inevitably, signs are beginning to emerge: frog spawn and tiny, scarlet bud son the fuschia…
Springing
Colour of dried blood,
fuschia stems leak blood-red beads;
transfusing new life.
(01/03/10)