Poem By Seán O Muiríosa
Sunlight hits the hill’s back
To peak its rays over the top,
Epically, each blade rushed through,
Again. Each day a new adventure,
New discovery of the hillside.
Ensuring life, the continuation.
The rays continue their journey
To hit the frosty town, asleep still
At the base of the hill.
Turf smoke recoils in the cool air
From a farmer’s chimney
On the edge of town.
A shopkeeper carries the papers in;
Another day of chatting with locals is ahead.
The sky has chosen the topic of the day,
A gift that will stretch till nightfall
And beyond, a drink in the pub
Later-on, all beginning brightly.
Golden rays on bedroom windows,
The thaw, drop, roll, little stream.
The air will soon lose its bite,
Mate with the present of this September morning.
The morning sun an extra duvet
Over scrunched up bodies, blinkering
Eyes waking up with smiling faces –
For it’s easier on days like this
To meet it all head on
Beginning with warm soles
On icy floorboards;