Not satisfied with the near Mediterranean weather we have been blessed with on the lough this week, I thumbed through some old verse I'd scribbled down and found the attached (for which I make no bold claims). All of a sudden, as I remembered sitting at my desk and looking out on that miserable winter's day, I was made grateful once again of the restorative effect of the sun on one's face.
The grey green ocean fills the lough
The dirty sky is full of rain
The birds conserve their energy
The ferry runs on winter time.
The waves rush up against the sand
The wind pushes it’s weight about
The distant hills wear cloaks of mist
The doors stay resolutely shut.
And this is what the lough looks like on days such as those...
