The leafless trees
are swept by curtains
of cold January rain
reflecting my reflective mood
The land of trees
stands still
rain spattering the branches
as I prepare my farewell
The browns of the winter-
heather on the uplands
The yellow of the encroaching
yet unwanted grass
Tomorrow
will see me heading out
across two seas once more
towards the old isles
Change is afoot
out there the weather
is always changing
on the Atlantic fringe
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