Part 1
Morning
comes with birdsong these days
instead of street cars and sirens,
Blue Tit and Yellow Hammer
next to daisy, daffodil and dandelion
as the garden springs like never before.
Part 2
Afternoon
is found at the far end of the near field
because distance is dearer now as we take
slow steps around all we once overlooked
to see what this unsettling light can reveal
along those old paths life lost time for.
Part 3
Night
comes with gentle lights that dance
in windows, flames reaching out further
than the stretch of our arms, to touch
other souls at the far end of other fields
recalling old paths while wondering
what tomorrow’s birdsong will bring.
All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly
Damien B. Donnelly 
Love poem and photo. The lines in sky, tree and grass are all complementary making a pleasing whole and the colours are so nice 🙂
That tree was planted by my uncle, it’s actually at the end of the next door field which is now a football field and everything aligned that morning to make a lovely photo xx
Slow steps around all we once overlooked…that exactly the pace of life now. (K)
So much has changed, so much has evolved outside without our interruption. We cannot go back to before