Trespassing - by
The road was liker a burn :
/ But the trees in the glen were new in leaf,
/ Ilk bairn I met had…
spring
March - by
On Sunday gawky and glaiket,
/ For life no carin’ a preen;
/ On Monday lookin’ forsaket,
/ Wi’ a misty weet in her een;
/ On Tuesday…
The Light Streams In - by
Outside the window is spring’s long animal, / the diaphanous dragon of sunshine / flowing past.
from vii. flock master - by
Three weeks: one field / a deluge / of births and deaths.
Winter’s Awa - by
Noo the snaw creeps fae the braes
And is gaen:
Noo the trees clap on their claes
Ane be ane
Spring - by
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing.
‘I so liked Spring…’ - by
I so liked Spring last year
/ Because you were here; –
/ The thrushes too –
/ Because it was these you so liked to…
Another Spring - by
If I might see another Spring,
/ I’d not plant summer flowers and wait:
/ I’d have my…
‘suddenly spring…’ - by
suddenly spring –
/ my heart and the river,
/ full to bursting
/ …
French Horn - by
For a few days only,
/ the plum tree outside the window
/ shoulders perfection.
/ No matter the plums will be small,
/ eaten only by squirrels…
I wandered lonely as a Cloud… - by
I wandered lonely as a Cloud
/ That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
/ When all at once I saw a crowd
/ A…
The Comin’ o’ the Spring - by
There’s no a muir in my ain land but’s fu’ o’ sang the day,
/ Wi’ the whaup, and the gowden plover,…