Coolness of the day
seasons turning tide,
falls silent the still.
Gently she nestle's ..
upon fine mustard tone; grains,
untouched not a footprint left in the sand.
Faint haze of sunlight,
peers through achromatic skies
casting reflection in mirrored waters
Beyond imagery,
the salty taste in air,
whispering thoughts
for these Highlands are.. .
Hauntingly beautiful,
rugged in rural splendour,
Glens held the secret,
as blankets of Heather,
spray autumn's colour
'against the backdrop of bracken'.
to the season now turning,
as I walk away..









marina







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