Like languid trapeze artistes the gulls trace celestial arcsas a dying sun tints the clouds with ashes of roses.Effervescent spray breaks over the whale-backed reefas a clowning troupe of ravens tumble earthwardIcarian feathers black as the cold fingers of night.
WINTER LIGHT Think mostly mutedas if seen through grey veils still think abundant green, dullerwater-logged brown in placesmoss green fringed fawn think cinnamon and gingerthink peat brown dug deep, almost blackthink grey burns, grey lochsgrey sea trailing white spray Then think a low down sunthink peat grass glowing crimsonon the hill think marram glossing ochreover
