Margaret’s Moon - by
After she died, I swear the sky
/ Had the most beautiful of all sunsets,
/ A blush of pink, then red, a glass…
sunset
Winter Twilight in West Lothian - by
The sun’s going down behind the great shale-heap
/ Over against the village; shadows creep
/ Shifting from door to door, and all the…
Solway Tide - by
An unco sough i’ the gloamin’
/ An’ a flaff o’ risin’ win’,
/ A glisk o’ stoundin’ waters
/ …