
grey stones strung with red,
the River Fergus ripples
with silent ghosts
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grey stones strung with red,
the River Fergus ripples
with silent ghosts
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doubtless Dubliners
take in stride their standing stones,
but not I
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July is midway,
roses climb, lilies dance, but
summer is half gone
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Elder weed sends up
starry-white flowers,
mini-Queen Anne’s lace.
Its rhizome roots
crowd out hapless
coral bells and astilbe
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June’s mid-day glow
turned my daughter’s pale cheeks
rosy as flowers
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a still moment,
after the frenzied four winds
blew the dust away
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petalled, leafed and bare,
together through the long years
branches twined
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trembling magnolias
feeling the cold wind’s touch
each petal shivers
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after snowmelt,
the first flowers have
a special magic
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remembering
my mother,
arms wide and strong
like tree branches
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the sinking sun’s
final golden rays light
my quiet heart
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