Edinburgh’s sea haar
rolls oe’r the land in silence
softly touching all
Edinburgh’s sea mist, which arrives rolling as surprise, with stealth, and in silence, is restful to tired eyes. It carries a soft damp chill, like breath in a snowy landscape, or a kneeling to retrieve fruit from a freezer. It’s Edinburgh character. It’s gift. It’s a picture. It’s reminder of the rolling panoply of nature-imbued life. And watching the landscape going and coming, and coming and going, softened, and thereby refreshed, it’s as though one were summoned by love.
Happy are they for whom
haar-softened edges come to
show the world anew
.