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CONNECTIONS #BloggersBash Bestest Blog Post Competition The Tree and Me

The Sacred Tree – na Bílí – is where I made my home, called by a voice unknown. I pay my respects from a distance, content to wait. And trees have time to kill. My life has been… Read More

Irish Tree Lore | The Apple Tree

I love trees. I have always loved them. Not in the tree-hugging sense, but as in respect, awe, admiration. Seeing trees being cut almost hurts, and certainly makes me feel incredibly sad. In Irish mythology, tree lore features… Read More

Winter Willows | A Poem

Snow falls
Feather soft
For the robin, no perch here.
Across the field
mournful cattle low.
Too cold, the dark end of the year.
Soft hues of Eire
earth-brown, grass-green, sky-blue,
overcome by stark monochrome.

Winter Trees – A Poem

I have very much been enjoying the poetry of blogger-friends Éilis and Jane Dougherty lately, and felt inspired to dust off my word-smith’s hat and have a go myself. I wrote a lot of poetry in my youth, but… Read More