Memories of Holland - by
Thinking of Holland
/ I see broad rivers
/ slowly chuntering
/ through endless lowlands,
/ rows of implausibly
/ airy poplars
/ standing like tall plumes
/ against the horizon;
/ and sunk in the…
trees
Do Bheithe Bòidheach - by
Neul a’ snàmh air an speur,
/ duilleach eadar è ’s mo shùil;
/ ùr bàrr-uaine gruag a’ bheithe,
/ …
bho Alasdair à Gleanna Garadh - by
Bu tu ’n t-iubhar thar gach coillidh,
/ Bu tu ’n darach daingeann làidir,
/ Bu tu ’n cuileann ’s bu tu ’n draigheann,
/ Bu…
Listening to the trees - by
And the birch says
/ it’s about dancing and colour
/
/ and the…
Nous ne sommes pas l’arbre - by
Nous ne sommes pas l’arbre
/ mais son feuillage qui raconte.
/
/ Nous ne connaissons rien du jour,
/ pourtant l’aube nous a mis en marche.
/
/ Nos…
Autumn at Kincraig - by
Yellow birch leaves fall like flakes
/ on rooted rutted forest tracks
/ rain splatters
/ on plastic hoods among the woods.
/
/ Tawny oaks and bronzy bracken
/ beech…