winter's lament
the snow is blowing
as winter's icy touch covers the land,
the kiss of a sorrowful lover
mourning her lost heart
in blankets of white years.
is it winter like this in the Hebrides
or is it just here,
appearing this way only to me,
a lost soul blown about like snow,
the icy chill of the wind
stinging at the place in my soul
which still beats warmly for you.
sashay.