Quiet start to a still day…
Morning tiptoes in,
Beyond the woods, cars whisper
their own small sercets.
(16/10/20)
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A clear, cold day, the Béara Peninsula stands out…
Béara, Winter-bared,
her hills look lean and hungry,
Their ribs showing.
(09/10/20)
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Full moon, crisp and clear…
The night is floodlit:
deep shadows fill black spaces.
Cold calls for silence.
(02/10/20)