The rain came in last night, in for the night. And today. Maybe forever. Almost instantly, streams break banks, small lakes form in low-lying areas, the hills are laced with white ribbons of streams...

Weather

Hill streams roar white noise.

Each lip a boiling caulron.

Birds sing undaunted.

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The rain mists in, low.

Hilltop, trees, sky coalesce.

The World disappears.

(29/03/10)

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Finally, Spring is here and there's a great burgeoning and budding; newly active birds; and in the woods...

Waking

Furtive scurrying.

Rustling in the undergrowth.

The woods are alive!

(22/03/10)

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Tá an aimsir aoibhinn ag leanúint ar aghaidh, cé go bhfuil sé fuar a dhóthain fós...Níl faic faoi bhláth fós agus gaoth ghéar ag séideadh...bíonn ciall ag an gcat!

 

I neidín fhéarmhar,

cat camarsach á ghrianadh.

Critheann an t-eidhnéan.

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[In a grassy form,

 curl of cat bakes quietly.

 Ivy leaves shiver.]

(15/03/10)

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Amhrán an earraigh

Ollchór an ghairdín

i gcomórtas binncheolmhar.

Baird dothuirsithe.

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[Spring song

 The massed garden choir

 tries to outdo each each other.

 Tireless troubadours.]

(08/03/10)

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Spring is slow to appear this year, with this unusually cold spell we've been having; hard frosts and snow in may places, still. But, inevitably, signs are beginning to emerge: frog spawn and tiny, scarlet bud son the fuschia...

Springing

 

Colour of dried blood,

fuschia stems leak blood-red beads;

transfusing new life.

(01/03/10)

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