May 2016

Hot and sunny, but very close, sudden deluges break the stifling atmosphere…

Tantrums of thunder.
Rain detonates scented bombs.
Trees weep with relief.



 On Clare Island, watching robins and skylarks sing their hearts out, but unable to hear because of the wind…

The wind steals birds’ songs,
whips them away out to sea.
So whales can hear them.



Mowing the lawn, trying to avoid well-hidden frogs…

In the long grass,
perfect camouflage: leaf-like frogs.
Or vice versa.



Watching cows straggle home for milking across the fresh green fields, as they have done for centuries…

Long black and white lines
tie green fields with milk parlours.
And ancient rhythms.