The Lomond lies in winter’s grip,
Wi’ frost that nips at brae and slip.
The loch glints hard as tempered glaur,
A stillness deep, baith wide and braw.
The Loch Lomond in Cauld Weather
Tag: Winter Landscape
Winter Bite
The winter bite gangs through the glen,
A cauld that nips at beasts and men.
The wind skirls wild ower frozen brae,
And steals the warmth o’ licht and day.
The Lomond in Winter
The Lomond lies in frosted rest,
Wi’ snaw draped saft on ben and crest.
The loch glints cauld in winter’s air,
A silent jewel o’ beauty rare.
The Lomond Efter the Storm
The storm’s awa; the bens shine clear,
Wi’ licht sae sharp it chills the ear.
The loch lies calm in silver rest,
A healed mirror on winter’s breast.
Snaw ower the Lomond
The snaw drifts saft ower Lomond’s breast,
Wi’ hills in white sae still and blest.
The loch lies calm in winter’s keep,
A silent crown where shadows sleep.
Scotland Dreams
Snaw binds Ben Lomond,
cauld winds skirl abune the peaks—
braes lie still and white,
loch below hauds frozen breath,
Scotland dreams in winter licht.
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