Here is a gentle piece of verse from the roguish Irish poet and playwright, Brendan Behan.
Teacht an Earraigh – The Coming Of Spring
Springtime
Oh you coarse Gaelic Cold!
I hate your sour expression!
The north wind blows:
Tough tormented trembling
Without vitality or verve
Without youth or use
Until the bright feast of Brigid
And the resurrection of joy
The wind comes from the south :
A promise of sun for my limbs
A fresh life exciting me
Awakening of the blood
Winter weather
You ancient season:
Twenty welcomes to you and more,
Oh Spring of the young!
Brendan Behan
(Translation provided by Skull of Bard, Thigh of Chief)
Rebel Voice 
It’s good to see another poem by the genius on Rebel Voice !x ‘Red Envoy’ should be next, it would fit in with the current political climate
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Thanks for the suggestion, Bernadette. Expect it soon. Thanks for the comment.
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