Ireland

Youthful Wish


Blarney stone that must be kissed,

upon the young  secret wish.

Leprechauns hide in the trees

Equinox calls winter’s eve.

Promising a rainbow’s gold,

tales of Gaelic undertake old.

Celts beckon their clover green,

caftan plaid skirts the genome.

Threnody hushed from the past…

renaissance wishes forever last.

 

Copyrighted:  2019 CMM

Haiku


An Irish ☘️ old pub

Refuge of change tonight

Rustic relics embrace

@CMM. 2018