Shamrocks and shillelaghs,
leprechauns and gold,
corned beef and some blarney,
happily rigmaroled,
can’t belay the sadness
or take away the fear,
but can soften “social distance,”
letting words bring us more near.
Wishing us all better times on this St. Paddy’s Day, dear reader.
Maureen
With many thanks to Susan Rushton
for helping me get photos back in my posts!
Two mallards in the pond
are not a sign of bliss
one has staked a claim
the other says it’s his
they cut each other off
in cut-throat promenade
unmindful of how handsome
their St. Patrick’s Day parade.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, dear reader!
May your emerald top hat shine as bright!
What little green
there is to be seen
on this St. Patrick’s Day
so I send this link
to a post I think
says green, too-loo-ra-lay.
The shade that’s cast by brick and steel
cannot in peace compare
to shade endowed by green —
susurrous emerald air.
It cools the soul and slows the heart
pares our excess ways
says “only this” and makes us stop
to gather up our somedays.
May green be yours, dear reader,
though winter’s not quite gone;
may you see some signs of springtime
and catch a leprechaun.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, dear reader!
With a shillelagh salute to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives,
Vernon Hill Gallery.
