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.
Poetry
Swan Morning
Winter expectant skiesthe swan road is emptywatch and waitwill the northern herds appear?
National Poetry Day in the Outer Hebrides
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