October 2020

Full moon, clouds…

fine mist falls from a mauve sky.
Trees stand black and bare.



Quiet morning…

Distant boat’s chugging 
amplifies the morning’s silence.
Day’s not awake yet.



Quiet start to a still day…

Morning tiptoes in, 
Beyond the woods, cars whisper
their own small secrets.



A clear, cold day, the Béara Peninsula stands out…

Béara, Winter-bared, 
her hills look lean and hungry, 
Their ribs showing.



Full moon, crisp and clear…

The night is floodlit:
deep shadows fill black spaces.
Cold calls for silence.