Secret Places Copyright © Ann Knox Whittet 2010

As spring days lengthen, Atlantic winds blow
squally clouds, revealing acres of blue.
Faint honey scented gorse and brown cushions
of heather lie scattered across remote
rocky hills: peaty burns tumble over
rounded stones out to Saligo Bay.
In far flung fields, barnacle geese remain,
still awaiting their first feeding of corn.
At Dunlossit, primroses and purple
wood anemones still line those mossed banks
of our secret forest paths; now tarmacced.
Helpful finger posts point to lily lochs,
wooden picnic benches sit in clearings we
hope exploring tourists will never find.