Aillte Bána

By Annette Marie Hyder
St. Patrick’s Day 2014

The sound of rain swept into my consciousness this morning

bringing with it thoughts of you to waken me
from walking along the steep white cliffs of sleep.
There was not one blade of green to be seen
as far as the eye could see on the endless cliffs of dream
but I saw the full St. Patrick’s day moon far out on the horizon
poised between the heavens and the sea
and I felt the rustle of emerald grass
whole hillsides shivered and sparkled like glass
in the island of my heart as the rain fell this morning
and I awoke to thoughts of you and me.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
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