Morning yawns through my window,
curtains dance to the swish of the sea.
A lemon field sleeps under the mountains
plum purple with perfumed heather.

Hedgerows pink with blackberry blossom
stoppled with white trumpets of bindweed.
Pine cones scatter the path to the beach,
the air fused with damp seaweed.

Church bells chime down the hillside,
the village stirs under a honeysuckle sky.
Life peeps from geranium doorways
as the blush of a new day blooms.

© by Máire Morrissey-Cummins.
Used with the author’s permission.