For January's Poem of the Month, I have chosen the poem 'Night Aria' by Aine MacAodha.
It is taken from her collection Landscape of Self.
Sounds of closing time ring out from the garage floor court
the dog groans in her sleep at the distant sound of tyres
spinning wildly in circles on the tar. Someone’s idea of fun.
Reading late into the night the air gets colder just before dawn.
In the company of birdsong; they care not for time on a clock
out do each other in a frenzy of thrills, defending territories.
They seem to snooze very little as night blends into day yet
songs of the scolding black bird in the undergrowth
sends me over the mountain to sleep; eventually.