Crying For Spring
Swimming in black soil beneath wintering
skies, shoots once again harbour petals so
frantic to live they scream a cry for the spring
that will not come. Instead, frozen snow
buries all proof of their existence in its blanket
of silence.
Spring Concert
Symphony music awakens images of the
language made by spring storms raw upon
weathered rocks of seas reflecting ebony
darkness.
Lost Lines
They are ghosts that whisper haunting words
to me - words that I cannot hold in my head
long enough to put pen to paper. Like water
seeping thought cupped hands, they fill me up,
then escape me just as quickly.
Ms. Ceili began her writing adventure when asked to write about her life on a secluded island off the coast of Ireland. Since "Noria's" publication in 2009, McCollonough has written and published several books for readers of all ages. You can connect with McCollonough on Facebook at htpps://www.facebook.com/mccollonoughceili
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