Spring Ploughing

The haar sits out on the sea,

admitting defeat with the inland sunshine

of early morning.

Up by Kilrenny,

the plough cuts deep parallel

furrows across the landscape.

A pair of pied wagtails are

the first to arrive for food.

Assorted gulls wait

in the background for the plough

to move on.

It's May but still cold here.

I'm following the plough now,

creating patterns in the landscape

and leaving my trace lightly.

Maybe only the wagtails can see

where the furrows will lead.

Sandy Wilkie

May 2023