Highland Mist

A veil of rain falls languidly,

to shine on stones that peer through clustered heather,

pearling blueberry bushes, unfolding bracken.

Fragrant mist rises from newly dampened moss,

atomised, soft, suspended

under a cloak of tranquillity.

Towards evening the curtain lifts and a ballet

of viridian, sated trees sways in a welcome breeze.

Then the sun, gloating in unhindered victory,

shows off photogenic glamour

before rogue clouds obliterate its short-lived cheek.

Evening descends on Highlands quickly.

Waking fauna stir and quietly prepare for night.