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

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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