Diwali, Manchester 2001 - by
I think of windows as I think of caves…
Autumn
The Neep-Fields By the Sea - by
Ye’d wonder foo the seasons rin
This side o’ Tweed an’ Tyne;
The hairst’s awa’; October-month
Cam in a whilie syne,
But the stooks are oot in Scotland yet
Autumn Compensations - by
Books in cosy littered room ,
Feet in slippered ease,
Silver candles in the gloom,
Stars in naked trees
Lady’s-Slipper Orchid - by
Though I know well enough
/ To hunt the Lady’s Slipper now
/ Is playing blindman’s-buff,
/ For it was June She put it on
/ And grey…
Autumn - by
O whence the leaves / scuttering down Easter Road, / sycamore and rowan / desperate as refugees,…
Duilleag - by
Dhuilleag, dè an teachdaireachd
a th’ agad dhuinn an-diugh?
’S e gun tàinig foghar oirnn
’s gun deach na craobhan ruadh.
The Old Lady - by
Autumn, and the nights are darkening.
/ The old lady tells us of her past once more.
/ She muses on the days she…
Latha Foghair - by
’S mi air an t-slios ud
/ latha foghair,
/ na sligean a’ sianail mum chluasan
/ agus sianar marbh ri mo ghualainn,
/ rag-mharbh – is reòthta…
Fall, Leaves, Fall - by
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
In Macedonian Markets - by
After Pradech
/
/ The market had everything:
/ that Macedonian autumn
/ earth talked through mothers
/ standing over fruit
/
/ cooling it with water
/ for the eyes of the customers,
/ caressing…
Leaves Falling Quietly Falling - by
Leaves falling quietly falling
/ from great willow and ash
/ long green leaves
/ falling quietly falling
/
/ no wind stirs today
/ must be late morning frost
/ gnawing at…
September - by
Summer is leaving too, exchanging its gold
for brass and copper. It is not so strange
to feel nostalgia for the present; already
this September evening is as old
as a photograph of itself.