August 2014

Delicious, velvet evenings slip slowly in….

A sloe-skin dusk furs,
Trees retreat respectfully,
The hills smudge violet.



Massed colours along the river, trees, wild foliage, purple loosestrife filling the far bank, kingfishers….

Orange-blue-green flash
along mirrored river banks.
Loosestrife in riot.



Bright, full moon on the wane…

Splintered shards of moon
pierce the dark solid of hedge.
Truant wind slips through.



August nights grow deep…

Trees grow arrogant.
Roads become mysterious.
Stars widen the World.



Ceol i ngach a’n áit…

Fonn ‘gaoithe sa chrainn.
Dreoilín sa chlaí ag canadh.
Amhráin gan focail.


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