Three Awkward Ears - by
ice-burned tongues / clump into celestine’s / eye-blue spar
trees
Birnam Wood - by
When Birnam Wood shall come to Dunsinane / Only an utter simpleton will strain / Their mind and fail to…
Last Lauch - by
The Minister said it wad dee,
/ the cypress buss I plantit.
/ But the buss grew…
A Walk Through the Gaelic Alphabet - by
Walking through the same trees / though in a different language / wading in the long river running / of…
The Hazel Trees - by
In the beginning Love satisfies us.
/ When Love first spoke to me of love –
/ How I laughed at her in return!…
Trees - by
You hold the sapling straight, backfill,
/ heel it in. A rainbow
/ pours from the watering can.
The Ash Grove - by
a springtime ash, whose leaves emerge from black
/ an unlocked ash, so profligate with keys…
Olive Tree - by
Some friendly soul, quite near old age,
/ when time to think is plenty, sits,
/ still spry enough, beneath an olive tree,
/ to take…
Tree Surgeons - by
They range amongst the upper limbs
/ like primates encumbered with care,
/
/ find parts of trees we’d recognise
/ as human gestures on the level,
/
/ pass…
Easter - by
A white cat
/ dozing on the windowsill
/ on a clear Easter evening,
/ outside the window rustling
/ with the Vilnia’s waters
/ a blossoming plumtree
/ from the hundred-year-old…
A Poem for a Morning - by
I had to get nearer the sky,
For the city was too full of rooms
And I can’t be content with a window.
Tree - by
It is foolish
/ to let a young redwood
/ grow next to a house.
/
/ Even in this
/ one lifetime,
/ you will have to choose.
/
/ That great calm…