Whisky dreams
Evening finds ascension
on a red grouse wing;
as the brilliant copper sky
fades to a twilight beam.
It wafts the weathered flora
of a season’s ending term,
as a knot of skylarks soundly sleep
in the warmth of grass and fern.
The purple hue glints playfully
across a highland moor,
with two lovers lying blithesome
on the fragrant heather floor,
two highland hearts a-beating
and a staggies distant drone;
sharing their peat-whisky dreams
in the summer’s final gloam.
Evening finds ascension
on a red grouse wing;
as the brilliant copper sky
fades to a twilight beam.
It wafts the weathered flora
of a season’s ending term,
as a knot of skylarks soundly sleep
in the warmth of grass and fern.
The purple hue glints playfully
across a highland moor,
with two lovers lying blithesome
on the fragrant heather floor,
two highland hearts a-beating
and a staggies distant drone;
sharing their peat-whisky dreams
in the summer’s final gloam.
