A Galloway Burn in June - by
Brown burn water dropping
/ Between the grey stones,
/ The lapse and the murmur,
/ The bright overtones
/ Of…
streams
The Hill Burns - by
So without sediment
/ Run the clear burns of my country,
/ Fiercely pure,
/ Transparent as light
/ Gathered into its own unity,
/ Lucent and without colour;
/ Or green,
/ Like…
A Border Burn - by
Gie me a Border burn
That canna rin without a turn,
And wi’ its bonnie babble fills
The glens amang oor native hills.
Stream Rhythm - by
The Powskein, the knife-slash,
/ then Cor Water, the long marsh,
/ Badlieu, all mossy-grey,
/ a wet spot through the day,
/ Smid Hope, the blacksmith’s yards,
/ Glencraigie,…