Here in Ireland the morning is dark as night, the day rises slowly - TopicsExpress



          

Here in Ireland the morning is dark as night, the day rises slowly in grey, the earth is brown and thick with matted twists of grass on clotted clay. The trees are silent & black and bare, heavy with years and dew, only thoughts of spring, that eternal thing, is the hope that will see us through. That and food. Thats a wee poem I wrote last winter, did you know the time changes this Saturday? Winter is coming. I dont mind, do you?
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 14:49:58 +0000

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