Emptying Out

  Give me grey sheets, streams on streams, Rivers vertical in reams; Colours warm descending round, Blankets strewn about the ground; Death on death, browns and golds, Forests bursting at the folds; Tables full with laugher loud, The meek, the most, the small, the proud; Hands for prayer and tears for thanks, Friendly commune withoutRead more

Sonnet to Two Horses

  Two horses by the gate, cross-necked, One earthen brown the other creme, Stand watching withered leaves sun-wrecked On branches nearing winterlean; Two horses lit by morning lamp, One younger by four years or so, Still, listening in late summer’s damp For what the elder knows will grow; Two horses in the green, streamed field,Read more

Mare Tirreno

  Every rock’s a throne on The Tyrrhenian Sea Where the blue court waits Indiscriminately On every man, a king, Rich as any could be Honoured and guarded by The sentry of Capri. Every rock’s a throne on The Tyrrhenian Sea But should the azure Beckon such kings to free Their seats, and swim beyond,Read more


  I woke up in a cloud where The only stirred creatures rose Higher, broader in the closed World, open in worship over-dew. The long summer’s spent, now Only the rooster (by faith) Joins in prayer, even he half-fooled By the veil over valley thrown.  


  With thunder round about The tiny pilot brings Treasure from flower to flout On beating, blurry wings. In scale she may be slight, Her movement hardly heard, But none’s so swift in flight, As lightening; Hummingbird.    


The grey kirk, that old yard of reformation Lies still but for a gull’s dawn supplication As no more rises from our white bricked up stack But my window breath and a hope to call back Where the Firth wind blows off the green kingly seat Down into kind kirk halls where song and prayerRead more

Rail, Water, Winter

Rail, water, winter      They all move along Through our storied hinter       Land like a carol song Out a holy people’d hall      On December’s bitter breath Over frosty steeples tall       To remembered yards of death.   For every coming has it’s going       Every Advent has it’s end When rivers quit their icy slowing       And steaming enginesRead more