Life - by
Handbound volume
time
a book of water - by
Handbound volume
midwinter - by
a thread of light
open slowly - by
Box work
On a Birthday - by
Time, why are you going so fast?
/ I like not furious paces.
/ Milestones glimmer and then are past,
/ …
Time Breaks the Heart - by
Her watch is posted from the south.
/ Its black box ticks the whole way.
/
/ The accident happens, the funeral.
/ The flowers fade.
/
/ Grain in…
‘Keeping and forgetting time…’ - by
Keeping and forgetting time,
/ my pulse to your pulse, rhythm and rhyme
/ …
Dog’s Tail - by
My mother died in 2000 after she learned that all
/ the clocks and calendars had changed, and
/ possibly after she heard about…
Now - by
I used to lie in wait to see the clover open
/ Or close,
/ But never saw it.
/ I was too impatient,
/ Or the movement…
Ettrick - by
When we first rade down Ettrick,
/ Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing,
/ The waters were singing, the sun was glancing,
/ An’…
Langsyne, When Life was Bonnie - by
Langsyne, when life was bonnie,
/ An’ a’ the skies were blue,
/ When ilka thocht took blossom,
/ …
Shandwick Stone - by
As jets without the black box of memory
/ Startle sheep in deserted glens
/ the stone hunters stalk their various prey.
/
/ Chaotic and recurrent…