Summer - by
Oh, listen now, my dearest one
To all the things I’d wish for you:
A hundred lovely days like this
summer
excerpt from Farm by the Shore - by
small oats rye bere barley
ripe harvest in late summer
a shallow ploughing
grazing and fallow in rotation
A Bush Night - by
I remember the pale summer lightning that flashed on the purple
horizon,
Full-sweep like the sword-play of giants, the dark to bedeck
and bedizen
With gold for the path of the planets
Sainless - by
I hae stuid an hour o the lown midsimmer nicht
/ til twal o the knock i the leelang glamarie-licht
/ by…
Last Bus Ride in July – a Mother Speaks (Genocide – Srebrenica, July, 1995; Karadzic captured – Belgrade, July, 2008) - by
Summer grass is shoulder high once more, / higher than my sons will ever be.
Embro to the Ploy - by
The auld Assembly-rooms, whaur Scott
foregethert wi his fiers,
nou see a gey kenspeckle lot
ablow the chandeliers.
‘Summer’ - by
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,
And love is burning diamonds in my true lover’s breast.
The Swing - by
How do you like to go up in a swing,
/ Up in the air so blue?
/ Oh, I do…
Summer - by
Summer climbs the mountains.
Flowers overcolour and blanch.
Men leave the sun and sit,
tree-tented, by the cold creek.
Midday - by
Midday, just look around:
the heat raises the sand to a boil.
Life is nothing more than a myth
when summer comes to this land.
from and then night fell - by
the crickets
/
/ one by one
/ whirring out
/
/ like flakes of light
/ from heaven
/
/ flickered at the
/ trees and grass
/
/ and sat
/ and sang
/
/ and something moved
/ something changed
/
/ the…
Lichen Circles - by
sky blue all blue
and a heat haze
right along the coast of Mull