I am now back in Cornwall. The next few poems I have created from words stored in my head and images collected and placed in my mind's eye while on the journey.

The colour of Skye (Isle of)

the moors and mountains

appear dull at first glance

but wait

look a little closer

dead grass like creamy coffee

heather as plain chocolate

bracken tan

even chestnut

larch on the edge of a wood

bald tea coloured twigs

mountain streams frothy as cappuccino

then there is green

sheep cropped grass as a snooker table

pine forest so dark

flawless bottle green

rhododendron leaves

glossy and unchanged

same green as summer

now grey

mountains in mist

granite the rocks

loch pewter perfection

grey clouds up above

the sun breaks through

loch surface is blue

everything shines

the colours are clear

bright is the light

then it rains

colour obliterated