The low autumn sun

 The low autumn sun

The low autumn sun caresses the fields

Where busy the cattle graze at their leisure

With the coming of winter and the longer cold nights

Like the birds in the Bible, each is sufficient. 

The wind turbines throb and pulse with great power

The west winds are driving them further and faster

The lights in Kilmore will burn brightly this evening 

The table lamps glowing behind the lace curtains. 

The sun is now setting beyond the far Saltees

The ocean awaits with arms far apart

While down on the rocks the waves are exploding

Washing the shore on the incoming tide. 

Our shadows have lengthened 

We have become giants

Walking the path, skirting the coast

Warm hands in our pockets, our backs to the wind. 

The ferries are coming from Wales and from France

On the horizon twixt the sea and the sky

Gleaming and steaming towards the safe harbor

Tonight they’ll eat supper in fair Rosslare port. 

Over in Glasgow they’re talking a great deal

To save this poor planet, to give it a chance

To bargain some minutes from the clock that is ticking

Implacably moving towards midnight in winter.