Sandyhills

Sandyhills

The sea has gone from Sandyhills.
I’m walking over sand, that is
as wrinkled as old skin.
Before me, the remnants
of stake nets, stitch the sky
to the horizon line,
where waves wait and whisper
of time and relentless tides.


Derek Ross

By photos,poetry and haiku by Derek Ross

I am a photographer/ poet from Dumfries in South West Scotland. I concentrate on minimalist images and prefer using an iPhone these days. As far as my writing is concerned, I usually write short poems (some in Scots dialect), hence my interest in haiku and related forms.

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