after rain a horse drinks its reflection

The Windae If ye held up yer haun, Aa the colours o a watergaw Wid dance aroon yer fingers, An the waarmth o the Sun Wid singe the langer O a boyhood efternin. We’d watch the dust churnin In the licht that lanced through The broken stain-gless windae, An staun on the very spot Whar… Continue reading The Windae

Cottar Hoose The essence is still thair, deep in the couped stanes o yon auld cottar hoose. It blooms in the gowaned field, flickers through the privet, blaws through the snecked gate, reaches oot tae the wirld, stops folk as they danner                          … Continue reading Cottar Hoose

Brig In the midst o naewhar, oan a nairrie road through a lanesome muir, a brig, abin a burn. The brig cares nocht aboot whar ye’ve bin, nor whar yer gan, it’s jist a crossin, stane faced, solid, takin ye fae yin side tae the other, askin fir nithin. Aa stop haaf wey, takin time… Continue reading Brig