I’ve given up the shore for Hills
These Hills
At twilight the Lough glows yet red
Clutching the last of the Sun
I’ve given up The Shore for these hills
Hills yellow with furze
Coconut smelling
And birdsong trilling out
Below ribbons of streetlights
Show colour, a friendlier yellow
It’s the mounds that have it tho’
Dusky mounds of fecund blossom
Falling away making this
Spring’s snowline of bushes
Broad brushstrokes
