The Growth Of Light Poem by Liam ó Comáin

a grey mist
touches
the little hills
as sheep
settle at dusk

near march
and as the days
lengthen
the deep caws
of the crows
can be heard
from tree tops

not long since
darkness covered
the land by 4-30
recently it is still
clear at 6-15pm

lengthening days
are a signal to
the flora and the
fauna of the
landscape

like the mythical
role of the stork
in human affairs
extending light
is a carrier of new life