Red In The Morning Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Red In The Morning



The initial flush
raised hopes
fresh foliage
but it was deceiving

Contrary to instinct
birds dragged ritual
the air lacked the
thrust and the swerve

Frequent showers
red streaks at morning
an ill omen
not good for the lambing

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