A blanket of cloud
is drawn across the sky
to just block out
the sun for today
The tide is out
the rocks protrude
the link is postponed
until the water returns
To the south
the sun still shines
if not actually
in the sky
The bees now buzz
over the bare machair
chased by the playful
and the newly appeared
Nights will be warmer
as winter recedes
the lambs will now soon come
lured by your voice
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