To the Coming of Autumn in Ballina
The west wind blows the wet away and sings you in, soft Autumn. So, hum your Southern strains on murmured …
The west wind blows the wet away and sings you in, soft Autumn. So, hum your Southern strains on murmured …
gnarled knees of bark moan softly through the voice of autumn’s breeze tremored silhouettes hold silence mimicking rippled frequencies tugging …
What has become of flighty mistress Spring? That season that delights in our dismay. Twice now I’ve seen a robin …