The Island floats above a serene sea flat water reflecting perfectly as early light casts a causeway of coin,
that glitter and dances on the ceaseless tide.
A gull rises, soaring on silent wings,
In to the infinity of blue above the silver bay.
Houses slumber along the coastal way,
curtained windows reflect the early day.
Inland a spire rises above the veil of morning, further off a pheasant cries in startled warning. A vixen denied her rising prize as I stand chilled, in awe of sunrise.
© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com