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.
