Three crows fight; one dies
Mist rises through the leafless trees
Nobody smiles at me
winter
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
winter has to pass
winter has to pass
through the frost flowers will grow
we will live in hope
Pitched valley snow
pitched valley snow shielded
high woods breach perfection
circling birds black above
crushed snow squeaks
crushed snow squeaks and creaks and groans
beneath the ice, grey shadows of fish
the day is dark as evening
Snow on rain on ice
snow on rain on ice
glass all touches over slide
when will your heart thaw?
purple berries
purple berries snow background
birdsong breaks silence
pale sun
dreams
Night draws in
Night draws in its ice-chill velvet curtains
Frayed clouds worn patchwork beyond the trees
If you ever think of me, please say my name
Inverleith Park December
sunlight cold on frozen water
the taste of snow advancing from the east
the moon behind the trees impassive
