June 2020

Finally: rain, after those long, dry weeks…

Rain’s fine soprano
counterpoints the stream’s bass boom;
liquid harmony.



That blackbird again…

Blackbird’s sweet notes spill,
tinkling through the morning air:
“clear, crystal fountain”.



Watching the swifts over Ballydehob…

Sun plays hide and seek.
Swifts boomerang round the sky
with high, playground cries.



Listening to the blackbird’s liquid song…

Blackbird practicing.
Repeating the tricky bits
until they’re perfect.