January 2019

Thíos, cois farraige…

Fiach ar charraig,
gafa le diúilicíní.
Sian roilligh ocrach.



These calm, quiet mornings, all that can be heard is the birdsong…and that bloody rock-breaker!

Distant rock-breaker
thuds through the morning silence.
Mossed oak trees shiver.



Calm days, a light mist early…

A tinfoil wrapper
a nail has smoothed: the sea.
Porpoise fin rips through.



Glengarriff beautiful in January light…

Silver-green of oaks,
Winter birch’s purple haze:
The Rough Glen’s colours.