Winter Sun

Standing here upon the rocks

Of a dark-grey Caithness shore

I marvel at the beauty

Of a pale-gold winter sun


Which through such rare appearance

Seems ever now more precious

As it casts shimmering light

On the waters of the bay


So too upon the shingle

Down there by the waters edge

That dazzles now like diamonds

Revealed by an ebbing tide


And as a gull - there wheeling

Silhouettes against its light

I turn and leave this splendour

In love with a winter sun.


  • Cheeky Missy

    Aw sweet! I LOVE the picture you've painted!!! This was delightful!! Thanks for this poem!!!

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