Snow on the ground
In the light of the streetlamp
A sheep ambles by
disappears into darkness

The storm thunders
against the windows
Blue lights flash across the water
oops, a sheep flew past a truck

The lochans
amidst the low hills
like eyes onto heaven
Quietly lapping water

Erisort stretches
the dozen miles
from the fair town
to Marabhaig

The Ravenspoint rises
the road cravenly curves up
below its highest point
on to the next village

Roineabhal closes
the western horizon
The snow clad hills of Harris
loom up to the south

As darkness falls
only they keep the light
when the sun has long gone
on that short winter's day

Complete silence
along that lone road
as I ambled back
from where I had long gone

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