The last day in September
It’s the last day in September
And the leaves are gently laying
A carpet on Killiney Hill
The evening is quiet and still.
Natures catches her breath
The midday rains have cleared
This is the quiet before October
The reflective time of year.
Yellow, russet and brown
Covering the path in color
The green ferns are changing hue
Changing their skin like me, like you.
Ancient trees bow down their heads
As in an age old liturgy
Shaped by the wind, looking for light
The quiet evening gives way to the night.
The damp earth releases the smells
The odors the dogs can enjoy
Good to be walking , good to be breathing
As September shares her spoils.
We reach the top round a corner
And down below is the sea
Stretching to Bray and to Wicklow
Beyond the cliffs in Shankill.
The grey clouds are resting on hillsides
Stretching beyond Dublin down south
Into the depths of wild Wicklow
An escape for weary town folk.
A moment of bliss in a year
That has seen its share of the plague
Pointing to a Winter that’s normal
A season of joy and good cheer.
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