slate wash of morning
emptiness wishes
strut yields to rust
roots whisper underfoot
peat divines remembrance
sun fractures rock
heather bends – must smell frost
hawk folds wing drops
loch stares at nothing
Monadhliath summon silent sky
stream-slide over bare stones babbling
Cistes echoe with laughter and maudlin
watch these absences and wait
the mountains do not lie down