the world still turns
the geese remind me
they will be back you know
you tell me
and we shall see them
winter
“Summer is coming”
“Summer is coming”
spray tan smiles don’t reach her eyes
winter still lives here
nightingale morning
nightingale morning
air glass cold
cloud-free sky warning
fortunes untold
sleeping warriors
sleeping warriors
winter winds gather the true
in the west light dies
View of Calton Hill and Arthur’s Seat
fog lifts to show snow on hills
the folly’s columns are silhouette
clarity of view and thought
sun arrows
sun arrows down from cloudless skies
winter wind bringing ice to skin
in the distance the hill burns
birdsong perfectly shaped
birdsong perfectly shaped takes flight
clotted clouds cover discoloured skies
winter thoughts are fleeing spring
Shortest day
Three crows fight; one dies
Mist rises through the leafless trees
Nobody smiles at me
Yesterday winter held
Yesterday winter held below the horizon
Chill dawn hears silent locks unlocking
Misted wraiths stealthy gyre at daybreak
Winter rises from hard fields
your eyes are winter
your eyes are winter
winter blue in grey
yesterday they seemed the summer
golden sun that shone for me
but now your eyes are winter
