I wrote a poem for Scotland- of sorts.

Oh Scotland you are making it impossible to ever leave!

Like a sea, your sky breaks and breathes mists, stormy grey.

Shy sun. Employing all manner of means to avoid being known.  Stooping low to make eye contact, giving us brief shadows, apologizing for getting our hopes up, sinking quickly with a blush.

Your austere expanses woo this longing pilgrim onto another path, another hillock spotted with sheep plodding endless heather and stone.

Shoulders of your headless hills wear snow with a gentle sugary delight. Set your boots here-  See peering deer, antlers etched into the cold blue.

Stone upon stone, age upon age. Clan and memory mingled in earth.    Unadorned, we wander in the woolen cloud. Haunted.

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