Now In Retrospect

Ghosts

Navvy - Illustrated

This is an illustrated version of the poem Navvy, from August 2012.

Orthogenesis

The stars do not fall.

All the eyes in heaven spiral free

And come at last to earth. 

Continents, divided by the sea,

Slip, one by one, over the round horizon.

Shieling

West wind comes like a ghost,
Summer a mere presence.
Winding roads fade into the hillsides
Where, barefoot, we wander,
Turn skyward, skip the burns,
Scatter in the yellow of the glen,
Lie forgetful in grass-grown hollows.