Cloud rolling up over Slieve Mish
fields dropping into Dingle Bay
dry stone walled on their horizon
your head bowed to the hill
Forty years on- still
following sheeps' trails
rocky and rutted underfoot
you always ahead
Me snatching glimpses
that still startle
sheep framed in rusting gate
windswept tree toppling
into egg shell blue sea and sky
lone purple foxglove piercing
my lens. You wait knowing
that it takes a whole reel
to ground me here
and the knowing
of you up ahead
waiting.
Copyright 2023 Cathy Leonard All rights reserved
Beautiful - the aching beauty of Kerry!
ReplyDelete