“Under the summer sun,
thirty birds feeding
on figs.
Young tree branches
sagging so low –
ripe peaches.
Still in the shade,
on wet soil,
a black dragonfly.
An old mind
surprised by seeing
a purple fairy at sunset,
dancing to the crickets’ tunes,
leaping as guinea hens screech,
wary of the bats,
hovering to say,
“Lugh’s Day, Lugh’s Day.”
Crackling fires
glowing
under the full moon.
Peace in the Valley.”
– Michael Garofalo, Lugh’s Day