Calmly the waters curve away
overshadowed by tall hills
wavelets lapping at the shores
where peat overhangs the water
Endless pale blue skies
arch over the distant scene
wisps of ephemeral cloud
imperceptably drape the dome of sky
The river babbles over rocks
as it flows its short course
down from one loch
into another
Barely cresting the mountain tops
themselves under a veil of snow
the sun tracks its solstice course
to disappear within seven hours
Lumps of rocks on Coltreasal
seemingly in a haphazard heap
speak of lives long since gone
forgotten summers, a distant echo
They were happy there, long moons ago
Preparing for hard winters
In the bounty of summer
on the shores of Coire Geurad
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