June 2014

So much glorious, green growth. Delicious….

Trees form green tunnels.
Drawing in the wayfarer.
Summer conspires.



Still baking in the heatwave, still hearing cuckoos….

Bright limestone heat-hazed.
Cuckoo call breaks noon’s burnt stick.
The larks fall silent.



Cuacha go fluirseach i mbliana….

Cuach sa chuach:
amhrán binn athmhacallach;
suantraí shamhraidh.



This year’s May blossoms are stunning in their sheer exhuberance…

May snowbank ditches
send summer scents heavenward.
Thrush sings songs of praise.