June 2011

Finally, a heat wave. It probably won’t last, but we’ll take it when we get it.

Searing, longed-for heat
stuns the day to baked silence.
Even shadows melt.



The mist returns, mystical, magical and let’s face it, unwelcome!

from Misty Day

Tangled and dripping,
a riot of heads and stems
jostle the wet laneway.



The collective noun for clever crows could be ‘a gossip’!

Jackdaw-filled tree
crackling curiosity
Sunday morning gossip.



Floating up the Lakes and connecting rivers of Killarney, the stunning scenery slipping past…

Reeds lean with the breeze,
unfurl their long, green banners.
Stiff heron salutes.