The Silence of St Brigid’s day.

An unusual silence covers the morning.
The humans are not stirring.
No alarms and no commutes.
Even the phones are put aside to favor a second sleep.
The trees hold their breath.
The birds shuffle on the branch confused.
Without a word the crow lets them know the score.
Incredulous, they mouth, “What, another public holiday? 
Bríg smiles —- enjoying the benediction of the day.


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