Skye haiku

The loch shines, land green.
Candyfloss mist caught on pines
tugs free — Ardlui.

'Tween green arms's embrace

lone white sail braves Loch Harport,

fragile and serene.

My view this morning:

white amnesia. Yesterday's

mighty Cuillins - gone!

Climbing red Cuillins:
below, the silver river;
above, one more spur.

Beyond the old graves

distant dog-toothed Cuillins play

snap at wisps of cloud.

Fleeing mist and rain

in the low black house, photos

of a past hard life.

Thatch, stone walls, photos. 

Sheltering in the old black house:

memories and me.

Evening at Dun Beag:

granite stones in the broch's wall

still bound sharp and tight.