Mistaking the season / the dandelion is blooming / in the frost on the road…
Under the gritted lid of winter
/ each ice-puddle’s broken plate
/ cracked to a star. The morning
/ assembling itself into black and white, the…
Fae dregs o Daft Deys debt comes hame
and we gaither in depression’s wame
aa duty-crossed –
but Burns’s birthday is a flame
set tae Defrost.
I ask no lovelier thing
/ Than this December silver:
/ See how the light flakes off the new-turned plough
/ Under the slow great swing
In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
/ The redbreast looks in vain
/ For hips and haws,
/ Lo, shining flowers upon my window…
Mother, I think / it’s come at last: / my skating minister vocation. …
(extract from the poem)
/ The twinkling Earn, like a blade in the snow,
/ The low hills scalloped against the high,
The river in January is fast and high.
/ You and I
/ are off to the Barrows.
/ Gathering police-horses twitch and fret
/ at the Tron…
Orphean sprig! Melting baby! Warm chihuahua!
The vale of tears is powerless before you.
Whether Christ is born, or is not born, you
put paid to fate, it abdicates
under the Christmas lights.
The year goes, the woods decay, and after,
many a summer dies. The swan
on Bingham’s pond, a ghost, comes and goes.
1. Visiting Winter
/ a wee bit frosting
/ by night
/ buys a wheen o
/ sun block
/ Naw, ye’ll no see me
/ back north
/ he hoasts
/ cauld n beery
/ 2. Scrap
Who doesn’t know I come from Rastušje
/ And went to school in Podvinje?…
/ A winter’s morning. Frost.
/ I’m walking alone from the village.