Slate-grey winds beckon
an inauspicious August
marking the end of
a moody Irish summer
the starburst sunshine
long since past
more legend than memory
as rain falls in silent sheets
Tag: season
Whence they came
The blades of grass grow
tall and brazen, until their
height becomes burden;
emerald once-proud tips sag
towards the dark loam whence they came.
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