Today I bring you a poem written by a friend of mine. I met Leslie when I lived in Scotland many years ago and we’ve been friends (however separated by an ocean) ever since. She lives in a gorgeous cottage on a cliff on the eastern coast of Scotland and often experiences the beautiful, almost mystical weather event called the Haar (sea fog).
Here’s a poem she wrote some time back about the Haar. Thank you for letting me share it, Leslie.
The Haar
Wraiths of sea mist
drift through my open door
like visitors
from the past.
Wrapping their cold fingers
around my hands as I write
reminding me
they were here.
I see them flit past
silently… silently…
on their way back
and through eternity.
Author Natalina Reis 
This is great.
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Thank you. I’m sure my friend appreciates it. I love it too.
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Really love this poem. I have known Leslie since I lived in Aberdeen many years ago. I know the Haar as well and this poem catches the ethereal nature of it beautifully.
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As soon as I saw her posting this on her Facebook page I asked her for permission to post it here. Yeah I’ve known Leslie since I lived in Scotland a lifetime ago. I haven’t seen her since though. Thank goodness for social media that allow us to stay in touch even at a distance.
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