Summer in Scotland


In Shetland it’s the simmer dim

a name that shimmers

like the light that hovers

between not yet dark

and not yet light.

Summer  edging forward,

vibrant colours

fill our skies

sunsets of fire,

never tire.

Scottish summers,

not about heat.

But about abundance

of stunning views

of soft whispering breezes.

It’s the machair 

defining the boundary

of  beach and sea.

Birds call a welcome,

gulls riding the currents.

I miss walking

our velvet paths

nothing to mind

but the passing of time

and the indulgence of the season.

I miss walking. 


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