Orkney
I am window ledge cat, curled up, purring, one eye watchful.
I am towering, bird-soaring cliffs looking over frothing, teal waters.
I am snow, drifting through fence post eddies.
I am early morning, sunrise spark over horizon.
I am heather fire, carnage before the green of rebirth.
I am wind, bending all before it, demanding you attention.
I am panorama in every hue of blue and green, distant promise of landfall.
I am Winter, crisp and sharp day, breath smoky.
I am that hearth hug, warm and tender, pulling you inside.
I am memory, hidden close at hand, kept alive in song.