Scotland Winter

In the center of the Scottish Highlands is Cairngorms National Park, the highest mountains in the United Kingdom. There’d not been much snow this year, but March still had fierce winds and snow. Poet Edwin Muir’s Scotland’s Winter starts:

Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill,
The sun looks from the hill
Helmed in his winter casket,
And sweeps his arctic sword across the sky.

Cairgorms

Cairgorms

In the west Highlands is tucked Glen Sheil, its Munros also covered in snow. Few can capture natural imagery as Mary Oliver, The whole poem is magic, but here’s a bit of White-Eyes:

* * *

             while the clouds—

* * *

thicken, and begin to fall

    into the world below

         like stars, or the feathers

               of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,

    that is asleep now, and silent—

         that has turned itself

             into snow.

In Glen Sheil

In Glen Sheil

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Blowing across the ridge

Blowing across the ridge

So out of the snowy Highlands and on to the coast on the Isle of Skye where there was still snow up high on the peaks. National poet Robert Burns had something to say about that.

My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,

Sunset on Skye

Sunset on Skye