Corrour Bothy
Created | Updated Mar 9, 2007
The first slam of the gale
wakened us. It was dark that Easter
morning and the stone hut on the hill
shook in a wreck of weather.
By lightning and the spare
flame of a candle we breakfasted,
the rain marooned us, we had no care
as long as the storm lasted.
Such days are stolen; this
day solitude bound us, found us in
the flesh, we found each other, the kiss,
the pleasure, the beat of rain.
wakened us. It was dark that Easter
morning and the stone hut on the hill
shook in a wreck of weather.
By lightning and the spare
flame of a candle we breakfasted,
the rain marooned us, we had no care
as long as the storm lasted.
Such days are stolen; this
day solitude bound us, found us in
the flesh, we found each other, the kiss,
the pleasure, the beat of rain.
