The Minch

Straight from the east
ruffling the sea
the wind blows
blows across the Minch

Keeping warm
by the open fire
shutting out the wind which
blows across the Minch

Hidden behind clouds
the warmth of the sun
appears to disappear
across the Minch

Hovering on currents
of unseen air
the crows dance
on the edge of the Minch

The lambs now appear
is spring now here
Not for a while
this side of the Minch

To south, your voice
dances golden
looking away
from the cold grey Minch

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