August 2019

Up at Barley Lake on a wild day…

Wind feathers the lake,
Silvers the sea of red grass.
Stream sings of Autumn.



A glass of Powers, candlelight, Veedon Fleece…

Listening to Van
conjuring up emotions.
Breaking your poor heart.



Floods in the Burren…

Stone wall run through lakes,
Calves straddle their own reflections,
Sea gulls crowd the shore.



Early morning gulls…

Seagulls congregate
Retell stories of food raids
Cackling with laughter.




Wind-maddened hawthorns
hunker down behind stone walls.
Linnets blow away.