Season of Wither

Poem and artwork by Meg Sorick

The rains have come
And the birds have gone
Just the carrion crows
Cackling like crones
Gather in the bare branches
Watchful for a meager meal

Falling Hawthorne berries
And delicate dandelion clocks
Mark the passage of time
Golden gorse and crumbling
Stone walls
Creep the ages by

It is the season for reflection
When death is all around us
To close the doors and windows
On the cold and howling wind
When the brief and bitter daylight
Yields to darkness and decay

To wither or to weather?
Hidden and hermetic
Insulated, introverted
To waste these hours of isolation?
Or cling to life and dream of love
In a springtime so far away

Drawing Adventurously (18)

This time, the theme for the drawing challenge is ‘books’ –one of my favorite things. Although digital readers are very convenient, I like the feel of a paper book in my hands. Some types of books are better suited to paper form, I think –works of reference and history where you need to flip back and forth through the pages. Somehow that’s just not the same in an e-reader or tablet. I have found the most wonderful old bookshop in Galway. More about that soon. Meanwhile, here are my books: