dark mountain

shadowing old farming lands
young feeding geese
wet by the ice blue
salt soaked new sea,

brooding time watches through October winds
across Glencoe valley & beyond this land
holding dreams of lives gone before
as life struggles to climb higher

sodden grasses squelch
wood breathes with a quiet sigh
fresh rain kisses, making love with hard rock...
children, women, men die

        (like winter clouds giving up their meaning)