A day out in Autumnal Scotland... a few photos of Cramond Island and the river, and a poem about what I have been going through...

Sleeping
under the stairs
the fire
crackling
caught me on my throne
falling
into a waterfall of fog.
Stormy clouds
gave way to a jewelled garden
then a clearing opened
inside the underworld pool
of my gazing.
Here I found an
old wound
still raining inside
the well.
It festered
as I stumbled
out of avoidance
into my day of sorrow
and hope.





