first sight
first love
first smile
first kiss
first
only
Tweets
your name belongs
your name belongs
in every sweet song
on my lips
sunlight on rain pools
sunlight on rain pools
breeze ripples surface not depth
past times reflection
Arthur’s Seat
sleeping elephant
grass wind-shimmers in the sun
dreams of sky and sea
Monsoon
she left
his eyes dry
in his heart
a monsoon
echo
echo echo echo echo
echo echo echo
echo echo
echo
Birds are awake
Birds are awake
Dawn does not break in silence
Early morning flight
I fall asleep, head in hand, elbow perched on armrest
then bounce awake
my cheek buffeted by the cheek of a passing steward
pulling behind him a hot and cold beverage trolley
silence then crickets
silence then crickets
wild fennel heads stripped from stalks
sunfall; empty thoughts
Arthur’s Seat, June evening
Above the hilltop calling gulls bank on wingtip, harried by rooks patrolling in threes. A long-shadowed hare tears through heather and dives into gorse. In the distance, beyond the new town, three bridges.
