Autumn came in today
With a flourish of rain
a sweep of wind
and a breath of cold
Darkness is encroaching
through our evenings
the mornings darker
every day get
The birds are flocking
ready for the off
others will flock in
to rest here for winter
As life fades steadily
leaves turn from green
white horses ride the waves
in the harbour across the wall
The last week
of the seventh month
summer's over
welcome autumn
September thoughts
I am remembering those who have gone on ahead tonight, and Sophia was one of them. My memories start with her little house at Tigharry in North Uist, just off the main road on the West Side of the island. I still remember her broad smile and serene face appearing in the doorway as she welcomed me in, chiding me gently for being early. Endless talk ensued, three nights running, with Torran looking on out of the shadows. For my convenience, Sophia kept an angle-poised lamp on, but otherwise she preferred the dark of the night. I am not the only one to say that my brief encounter with Sophia was nonetheless profound. She quietly slipped away in the night, leaving Torran behind, now nearly two years ago.
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