Molasey Cottage

We were here, when the swallows had come,

to prepare their young, for the long flight south,

to the waterholes, of Africa.

You may be here, when they return again,

or even when the first flutters of snow will fall,

following the spiraling dance

of the hazel’s browning leaves.

And because you’re tired, you may come,

to draw from a memory of simpler times,

or to pass some peace and wisdom,

to your impatient young, and restless.

But whenever, and whatever, draws you near, 

you will know Molasey Cottage is here,

and its spirit will coo, you a lullaby

and its woodland waters,

weave you a spell.

©Copyright Niall OConnor

Images ©Copyright Sandra OConnor