This is the tree that spoke for itself. For which no words of mine were forthcoming when I photographed it five days ago, and came
Tag: Poem
Oh, to look upon the Ha’penny Bridge!
Oh, to look upon the Ha’penny Bridge! As I course through Dublin’s heart. From the Quays as passing forms flicker. Its floating umbrellas And snowdrift winter shadows. From
Time Waits
Striking, green and crimson, My row of slender tulips; The petals formed, But not as fully As I would like. Lapping, gentle and hushed,
Emma Hynes 