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 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
It is over now.
I bow my head as you leave,
Rain fills your footprints.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
There is better place,
Distant birds fly to and from,
Light behind mountain.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Little divine pond—
Preyers wheel, flyers catch, drone,
  .  .  .  Water lilies open.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Your eyes, flooding me,
Your anger, rousing the skies—
Rain drops with my tears.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Outside is temple—
Soft chanting snow fall, pure white,
Crystal mandalas.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Zenith of winter—
Lone raven in naked tree,
  .  .  .  Spring only legend.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
We kiss on the strand,
Gentle waves touching our toes,
  .  .  .  This way to heaven.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
When I look at her—
This girl is only my friend,
But eyes betray me.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Empty house creaking,
Trees writhing in judgement winds,
  .  .  .  Her footsteps leaving.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Child picking flowers—
She loves me, she loves me not,
  .  .  .  Wind graffiti.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Dark sound raven makes,
Chortles top fir tree, haunting—
Druids incantation.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Frogs— suddenly dive,
Blocks of flesh crane to the sky,
Heron holds head high.
 Nov 2013
Seán Mac Falls
Wildfowl flocks skein,
Turning arrows to heavens',
Eternal southern skies.
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