Lochnagar - by
And knows at last the open hill,
Those ancient wind-honed heights
Where deer stand shy and sky-lined,
Then vanish from living sight,
And knows at last the open hill,
Those ancient wind-honed heights
Where deer stand shy and sky-lined,
Then vanish from living sight,
Abachan is a landscape incantation.
Field Notes is a landscape incantation, a morning breath..
drawn line of horizon
stretched across a bay
the gods died making
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Folded card work
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Just a line of blue hills to remember:
/ Just a valley one fails to forget,
/ Whether bound with…
Killochyett! … Killochyett! …
/ The dusk is drappin’ doon;
/ The waefu’ wind is whimp’rin’ in the trees;
/ The lichts begin tae blink aboot…
Red roofs peeping through the stately trees,
/ A distant spire; smoke floating on the breeze;
/ The whir of aeroplanes high overhead;
/ Brown cows,…
Loch an Iomair’s my treasure, cradled in sphagnum / high in the hills between arms of rock / with lobelia pricking…
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