Nettles dancing

 Nettles dancing


Nettles dancing in the breeze

Roaring winds in tops of trees

Summer days now take their leave

As Autumn elbows in. 


Woodland paths damp with showers

Darkened woods with autumn colors 

Ancient boulders green with moss

August's gain is July's loss. 


High up on the Hill a swirling mist

Skirts the summit with the gift

Of moody broken cloudy views

Of Wicklow Mountains, gentle hues.  


Wet the grass and soft the air

A gentle stroll, no fear of heat,

The greens of every shade reward

The Irish Summer in retreat. 

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