Side 1

tiny feet
resting on mother's knees
May shadows




toasting the new birth
summer wine, a candle


customers
with the shopkeeper
smoking outside




Side 2



is that the North wind
all night at the door?




footfalls on the stairs
my heart a rope of knots
pulls me to the depths


at dawn she steps
from the last carriage



 


Side 3


beyond the street
the moon over wheat fields
commands attention




aroma of blackberries
heavy in the air




uileann pipes
the way their sound
fills the session





Side 4


raising Persia
dusty swirls from beaten rugs




with every blossom
the boy picks up
a dream





tadpoles bend and stretch
in the old pond