Hello beautiful

Below you will find ‘The Lost Heifer’ by Austin Clarke.  This lovely poem came to mind as I was taking this picture, although this is no lost heifer – just a beautiful blond bullock having a great hair day on Sherkin Island.

The Lost Heifer by Austin Clarke

When the black herds of the rain were grazing,

In the gap of the pure cold wind

And the watery hazes of the hazel

Brought her into my mind,

I thought of the last honey by the water

That no hive can find.

Brightness was drenching through the branches

When she wandered again,

Turning silver out of dark grasses

Where the skylark had lain,

And her voice coming softly over the meadow

Was the mist becoming rain.