A poem called In Glendalough Wood appeared in issue 27 of Boyne Berries.
In Glendalough Wood
The breeze comes through the spruce trees
where the air is filled with peppermint,
light filters onto a blanket of pins.
I stop on the wooden bridge
holding across the scented wind.
My head churns with heavy thoughts
as a forest of applications sits on my desk.
I am here seeking a way out,
see the tree trucks blocking my path.
I drop my bag, relax my shoulders,
and dip my hand into the stream
know water finds its own way.