Sunday Bangor – a poem by Tim Dwyer

Sunday Bangor									

First morning
   of light frost

a rare day
   of cloudless sky

along the harbour
   birch leaves turn
      yoke-yellow

Abbey bell
   chiming through

      this momentary home

Tim Dwyer’s poems appear in Irish and UK publications, recently/forthcoming in Cyphers, Masculinity Anthology (Broken Sleep), New Irish Writing, Under The Radar. His chapbook is Smithy Of Our Longings (Lapwing). He worked as a psychologist in New York State Prisons, and now lives in Bangor, Northern Ireland. He is a previous contributor to Amethyst Review.