Spring Sunday
Spring Sunday The forecast got it wrong, again, Thank God, for it promised little But to everyone’s surprise the sun Has come and is growing stronger As the languid afternoon wheels on And families turn to ice cream cones Young lovers, overdressed, shed layers Pale skin exposed last seen last summer. Dun Laoghaire is a magic place A magnet to all ages and all races Gleaming in the early evening Confidence that comes with centuries. Should we grasp these moments In these torrid times and cleave These sunbeams to our bosom Unsure what the future may present. Laughter ripples through the crowds That fill the streets and noisy bars The busy twins are one year old With nowhere safe or undiscovered. We gained an hour through the night Long evenings beckon, even better, Winter has been banished As our gazes face the summer.