Net of hope

Varved organ shellsVeiled hues of sand creamCrying aqua ultramarine Bamboo wooding grassStrong wind bentEvery compass direction Veined hands knot on stakeA net of wool white cottonAgainst eclipsed darks My catchInvisibleHope © #AndreaCConnolly19.2.2021

Hibernal Overture

Hibernal Overture Snow whiteThe forgotten mountainHibernates dust draped Ochre withered greensThickets bleached raw siennaRoot cushioned arc If ever there wasA softer grey than ice woolIt transformed umbra Hidden slate soilDamp sprigs of winterHints of fairy fern Air waves warpTheir ways in waftsVeiled ice blue © By #AndreaCConnolly 2.1.2021

Winter star

Straw bent Not broken Cut in rays Fulcrum of focus Shiningly ironed Pointed stems grown from soil Fragile on glass, spruce Unshielded adornments Natural and colourful Winter star © #AndreaCConnolly 12.12.2020

Where

(October 2020) By Andrea Connolly Where does it come fromThis hungerOf moving wide and farThis thirstTo see beyond horizons Where does it lead toThis yearningFor the unseenThis incentive scentOf earthy seas Where do we findThis spaceOf infinite belongingThis home in heartSouls intertwinedTreescapes cloudswifts Where is itto be foundLoveSpringWell © #AndreaCConnolly17.10.2020 All photos © #AndreaCConnolly

Heron haiku

{“Lightning flash Flying toward the darkness Night-heron’s voice” Matsuo Basho/ 969}   Thunder arrow Propelled from darkness Blue heron’s beak © #AndreaCConnolly 9.7.2020 (Reading Basho day and night)

Royal blue and Turners yellow

(Watercolour brushed on paper after a prolonged hiatus, to be continued, by Andrea Connolly)    Something emerges An anchor An icon An origin Spread your mantle wide A shield for us provide Safe shelter To brave the storms   © #AndreaCConnolly 22. April 2020      

Japanese poetry at night

    (reading Japanese waka poems)     A fledgling hops from leaf to leaf soaks night dew   My hair like Emperor Tenji I dream of mount Fuji   A flurry of cherry blossoms blossom in me   (One Hundred poets, One Poem Each/ Hyakunin Isshu)   © #AndreaCConnolly   19./20. April 2020  

When I fold

When I fold   (For my chosen Truelove)   When I fold myself Into you Time stands still Folds back on itself Enfolds us This is our only present Dreaming from the past Illuminated greening Eye-blinks of love Limitless, neverending   © #AndreaCConnolly   28.3.2020 (First day of lockdown)