Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
The scaffolding has gone. The sky is there! hard cold high clear and blue.
/ Clanking poles and thudding planks were the…
Stars sae heich / abuin the muin / cauld and changeless / sklentan doun.
Outside the window is spring’s long animal, / the diaphanous dragon of sunshine / flowing past.
In Breton, they say
/ there’s a word that weaves between
/ green and blue, allowing for
/ haze, precipitation,
/ the burr of distance,
/ the welcome…
when a breeze blows / through grasses or branches / light touches the harp…
Across the bay, they’re building a house
/ with a glass wall, panes all the way up
/ into the gable, windows that wrap
Listen. Put on morning.
/ Waken into falling light.
/ A man’s imagining
/ Suddenly may inherit
/ The handclapping centuries
/ Of his one minute on earth.
/ And hear the…
It is my two-year-old daughter’s first total lunar eclipse. We light butter
/ lamps and offer special prayers. My father thumbs…
He has gone down into darkness at the wrecked end of the year
/ And is lying, gaberlunzie, in the needled nest…
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
/ And what can be the use of him is…
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky;
/ It’s time to take the window to see Leerie…