A blackbird sings in Basin Street
As evening kisses the day
The lamp outside is the setting sun
Its light steals the night away
All around this little house
That means so much to you and me
Whispers of a misty evening
Romances each gentle tree
The canal is in its silence
As swans embrace
Waterhens make circles
Our love in Naas
So let us celebrate each moment
As the stars multiply the sky
And evening melts into timelessness
There is no such word as why
Now I murmur sweet nothingness
As snowdrops lay in flower
For all I have I give to you
From now with every hour
What woman’s brooch
Could outshine the whitethorn
What perfume could
Outsmart a rose
What artist could
Make a Lilly
Nature infinite
And filled with beauty
Beauty is life
And life is all we have.
There is no other place
I would rather be in Naas
Than on this seat by the Abbey Bridge in spring
Waiting for the Thrush to breathe the air and sing.
I listen to a Blackbird
in our May evening garden
among the Apple Blossom
reciting his mantra
it is a lullaby of sweetness
singing to his neighbours
as they listened
answering down to the fields
it is a tune heard by all
Who stop and listen
To his call
HOW MY POEMS ARE MADE
I fill my poems
With the rythem of the river
The music of the Eternal Giver
I can stand long and long
Watching a thrush coax a blackbird
Into song
