The Road to Amhuinnsuidhe

In Amhuinnsuidhe where dawn's first light

Paints the sky in hues so bright.

Deer dance in the misty hills

Not feeling winter's last icy chills.

Afternoon arrives with winds so strong

On Huisinis sands where waves prolong.

Evening creeps in with a gentle spring sigh,

The curlew's song painting the sky.

Twilight falls serene and sweet,

Quieting now hear the lamb's first bleat.

Winter is going now spring can start,

This stillness finds a home in the heart.

-- Rachel Birse