Triptych

Highland mist. I saw a thread of grey blue
that moved towards a sun,
distant rainbow hope, to fill one.

THE IMAGE FADES TO BLACK

Happiness, this transient ribbon of glow
that pulls from our bodies
forwards in flow, to vanish
when grasped at, to leave
only shadow, the cold
reminiscence of uncertain tomorrow.

BACK IN SCOTLAND

I reach out, to her spectre
after the snow. Silver
rain contains a golden heart of summer's light.

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