shocking flash: vibrant precision,
lost pond's hush, high railway bank,
and round about us luscious bush

yellow lichen wall: tall still in the midst
overgrown grass, dark green dampness 
falling soft, brush through wet rhododendrons 

bending, dipped tree branches silently dripping, 
I stop: shocked: these things reel
before my eyes, a silent film of unreal things

all wetness, all green is here, now, threatening
the peace of hills, mirrored water, the still
winter air of a placid Plockton
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