I have been led astray by sunlight and deep green shadow.
Beguiled by trails of bluebell,
blackbird and cuckoo call.
Beside the footstick bridge
the whispering river carries the coconut perfume of gorse
to lure me away from desk and easel.
Finally seduced by the scent of the dangerous whitethorn
I surrender.
I leave early tomorrow for the west.
Who knows when I will return?
This song captures the coming of summer to Ireland for me.
Close your eyes and walk down the dusty road……..
'The Curra Road' by Ger Wolfe.
