Winter-Time - by
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.
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.
Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!
Delicate ermine tracks
/ cross lightly
/ in eights on the winter snow
/ there where a hidden ice-brook with its white fur roof
/ winds forward,
/ there where…
I watch the city shrug its clothes back on.
/ An appaloosa spatter gathers scent
/ that hits the brain the way it hits…
Winter bairns are happed in snaw,
singing merrily on the brae.
Cauld aneuch the wind micht blaw,
it winna worry sic as they.
Es ist ein Schnee gefallen Anon. 16th century
/
/ It’s snawin cats and dugs,
/ Winter’s…
Snaw,
/ Dingin’ on slaw,
/ Quait, quait, far nae win’s blaw,
/ Haps up bonnily the frost-grippit lan’.
/ Quait, quait, the bare trees stan’,
/ Raisin’ caul’ fingers…
Snowflake grinds against snowflake.
/ Grass creaks like old furniture.
/
/ I spread silence on the fields.
/
/ I bring home thick squares of it
/ to hang…
Tha fuachd mu do chridhe
/ Mar an sneachd mun a’ Chuilitheann
/ Ach gu bheil e air tòiseachadh
/ Air leaghadh is leaghadh
/ A-nisd agus an…
rovaniemi, suomi, am faoilleach, 1998
/
/ mac is athair
/ dol tarsuing na h-aibhne gil
/ o bhruach gu bruach
/ san tìr a tuath
/
/ a coiseachd bàrr an…
A single quaver
of loosening ice
extends across the silence,
revives the air
with the almost forgotten song
of snow melting to water
For Kay
/
/ Since each is shaped
/ by all its drift,
/ by every updraft
/ from high cloud to ground,
/ in all the history of the world
/ a…
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