Loch Morlich

Loch Morlich Dawn spreads warm fingers over granitelong since ground down, pink in morning light.By the time we arrive the gilded peaksof Shepherd’s hill are mirrored in the loch. You and Tara dig, bent double, intently,like Klondike miners searching for goldor some small treasure, coloured glass, a featherto be taken home and shown off proudly. Chubby sand- covered knees are washed by lapping waters, we drowse in the midday heat. Sunlight working off sand, glinting off spade,while soft fleet clouds pass stately overhead. Jill Thomson