A wee poem about nothing else but being in the moment! Which is enough I reckon.


I walked as if walking
was the only thing worth doing,
and the sea was not far away,
and the gulls soared and called above
the foreshore I had chanced upon.

Colours flowed by the path,
and marram grass waved as I passed,
the names of things drifted away,
nothing mattered but that morning.
The clouds broke, and gave up the sun.

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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