Burren Laying bare Treasure troves Of fragrant wild Flowers asleep In winter seeds Pine branches coned Scent in tea pots The heart of the Burren Very much alive In underground karst Waiting For vernal awakening 28.12.2019 © #AndreaCConnolly
Sheephaven Bay (Doe Castle) Coastal delight Views from high Wide rolling waves On seeagreen pristine The tide At the fortified castle Keep on water’s edge Out where the sand Appears bright Mysteries of centuries gone Delight of winter’s day Tales in twilight Short daylight Lost light in rays Bleeding out the … More Doe Castle
Ruby and brass A fall slide from buff mist Home pulls more Moss on stone The heath nut red Eye treat Brooch in oak Shield in rust bark Lance of light © By Andrea Connolly 6.October 2019 three #haiku #botaiku
Waves rolling Waves roll on from out there Where copper gleam melts Into dove grey formations Ignite bronce evening light Sea spray closes in Strewn beach strollers On bouldered promenade Overview seamed by dunes Limestone mountains Loom in unique faces Rocks overhung rigid Rolls of ocean tide Songs of tiny drops … More Waves Rolling, by Andrea Connolly
Arise my heart From early honey dawn Violet childhood dreams Elevate my soul Ink spilled at night Seasons gone by Sand soil in the river vale Of wildflower youth & ancestry vine Sea green visions Sea squall motions Why am I Drawn to oceans ©By #AndreaCConnolly 11./13./15. August 2019
Heaven knows … More Heaven Knows
Myriad starways To choose from Parachutes element-tossed Your space Confined till open Unique To you only Shards hurt, threads mend Interwoven souls Alloyed down-right All but molten The pure core #AndreaCConnolly 18. June 2016 ©By Andrea Connolly
Interlaced Sea of bloodwort Road shifts cream to green Trails of barley and buttercups Haze of misty-grey the bay Hill top a reef of blades Faraway lake opal blue Tiny ripples frost glass Float-water stirs currents A touch a word a flutter-heart ©By Andrea Connolly 30. May 2019
The Words By Andrea Connolly Where roots dream Unseen the fleeting sky Where ripples in time Unfelt in concrete Where joy came And went Where pain was held Close or thrust peregrine Where the membrane is fragile Between the worlds This and the other That’s where the words come … More The Words
Out of the glare Into the glimmer Of inner Harmony By ©Andrea Connolly, Advent 2017
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