The Green Green Grass, Stephens Green, Dublin, Ireland

the crisp beginnings of summer.
bright light and colourful circles of people clustering on the fresh cut grass.

my first visit was five years ago.
people passing.
friends.
hours of talking, just sitting, taking in the sun... enjoying outside.

i came here in the cold of winter once.
we were an odd ensemble. for an important event.
a friends ashes scattered quietly.
a storm cracking open the thick clouds.
i walk past the place and smile at her.
then sit and let the landscape bring back memories.

even though i'm a long way from then i remember.
i let years pass and its bright again.

i choose a tree and leave my mark.
gently, quietly, respectfully.
on a younger tree, leaving a small section of my heart mingling with the plant life.