W*nd - by
Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
wind
The Raiders - by
Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen
/ With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of…
Shetland - by
Our silences become the better part of us.
O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast - by
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast,
/ On yonder lea, on yonder lea;
/ My plaidie to the angry…
Cyclone - by
A thoroughbred cyclone,
/ recently arrived in Cuba from the Bahama Islands.
/ It was raised in Bermuda,
/ but has relatives in Barbados.
/ It has been…
Sounds - by
Sometimes here
/ it’s hard to tell
/ the sound of the wind
/ from the sound of the waves
/ or the sound of the waves
/ from the…
Tin Roof - by
Wild harmattan winds whip you
/ but still you stay;
/ they spit dust all over your gleam
/ and twist your sharp cutting edges.
/ …
Kintyre - by
I wake when the wind changes.
/ Beyond the dark Firth far,
/ Where the waves clap and the tides rustle and the herring…
Windy Nights - by
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
/ Whenever the wind is high,
/ All night long in the dark…
Ceithir Gaothan na h-Albann - by
M’oiteag cheòlmhor chaoin ’teachd deiseil nam bheitheach Samhraidh i,
/ mo stoirm chuain le dìle ’cur still ’s gach alltan domh,
/ a’ ghaoth…