I’ve grown to love this country view
Of dark-brown fields ploughed a-new.
Candy clouds shot through with pink
Cloak the winter sun which sinks
Into darkening twilight grey,
Sucking colours from the day.
The distant lights of Kinsale town
Twinkle through her peat-smoke gown,
And silvery strips of estuary
Remind me that I’m near the sea.