Irish Mist

For some…
when the sun shines on Reenroe
it’s a reason to rejoice,
as the sun bathes the landscape
in its glorious light,
bringing it to life—
creating paradise.

For me…
when the mist descends in layers,
over dark brooding hills,
wrapping them in shrouds
blending them with the sea and clouds
the landscape is a wash of grey and blue,
broken only by the line of
never-ending tumbling white surf
and there is beauty in the ghostly gloom.

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