Broughty Ferry - by
The lamps across the river
/ are lilies of light
/ rooted with fire
/
/ The evening star
/ is a windflower of light
/
/ The crescent moon
/ holds…
River Tay
Springs - by
Full March moon and gale-force easters, the pair of them
/ sucking and shoving the river
/ back into its closet in the hills…