Midday mist

Tantalising glimpses
from the swirling mist
coming and going
with the shrouds of fog

The Atlantic is back
drawing a blanket
of mild dampness
over our isles

Your voice haunts me
evoking the spirit
of these magic
corners of the Hebrides

The sun glances
through the midday murk
warming the humid air
as it carries you to me

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