Tantalising glimpses
from the swirling mist
coming and going
with the shrouds of fog
The Atlantic is back
drawing a blanket
of mild dampness
over our isles
Your voice haunts me
evoking the spirit
of these magic
corners of the Hebrides
The sun glances
through the midday murk
warming the humid air
as it carries you to me
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