Surrounded by the little flowers of heather
As a crow circles overhead
Watching the way to Arthur’s Seat,
Up craggy rock, o’er tight bushes
Atop which a world is seen
Lines with the heather’s summer bloom,
All along the purple way.
One of the paths up Arthur’s Seat (The one that would be taken from Leith) is, in summer, surrounded by purple heather flowers. I was raised on heathland, but still found the sight rather beautiful.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic