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 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
She left in springtime,
White globes of daisies explode—
What is left of me.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Lilies bloom in sun—
In the stillness of summer,
  .  .  .  Swans till the water.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Birds gather on tree,
Innocent as morning sun—
Cat bleats by window.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Love, in garden rose,
Her little hands twining tight,
Heart rapt in tendril.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Snows wrapt in valley,
Each day I return to her,
  .  .  .  Flowers in winter.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
I wake to alarm—
Under sink pots, pans banging,
Breakfast time for cat.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Her gift was new dress,
Cloud spun silk, gold on her skin,
  .  .  .  Soon fell to the floor.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
One last winter walk—
Little clouds falling all round,
Snowfields between us.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Buds, birds kindle trees—
Last snows flake with the daisy,
The green sparks of May.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Arbiter of sun—
The dogma of run on days,
White, seductress moon.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Snowy egrets, pure,
Stoic, white statues of grace,
Digging in the muck.
 Dec 2013
Seán Mac Falls
In the briar patch—
Little birds circle and chirp,
  .  .  .  Even sun confused.
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