How aa miss ye face,
With its resigned contortions
For me camera.
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Wild Raspberries
Fingers stained wi’ pink.
Gorge on ruby, sweet flesh,
Small borsts of pleasure.
Swallows
Satin suited migrants Zig-zagging to catch their prey, Drinking on the wing.
Wych Elm
Elm gifts us it’s seed Bundles of papery coins. Waiting samara’s.
Allang the Derwent (part 3)
Lime caterpillars
Are stuck on the spring willow.
Branches of soft down.
Cian
Deep within his cave
Dulcet notes from his guitar
Plucked till they sing.
Roisin
Painted leaves in lime
Buds ripening to blossom
Her smile like summer.
