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
winter
Inverleith Park December
sunlight cold on frozen water
the taste of snow advancing from the east
the moon behind the trees impassive
last figs of summer
last figs of summer
black striped bursting with sugar
save thoughts for winter
Zeta is leaving
Zeta is leaving
He calls once then… then… again
Life’s early winter
Last day
last day of the month
snow may come again and rain
last day of winter
Ochilview haiku
plastic pellet grass
winter could be summer, spring
blood, sweat, tears, no mud
Late winter
I step out of the house and make eye contact with an ice-clouded sun. I blink first.
the first snow for twenty six years
unstepped snow on beach
summer shade trees bone fingers
we walk down alone
Night, waiting
pale moon, stars, chalk clouds
snow on the distant mountains
night waiting, or night, waiting
One more step
The cold is biting. The wind has teeth.
Deep in throats there is howl.
The crack of a tree that snaps in the closeness.
Snow sharp ice on bare-skin faces.
One more step, one more.
One, one more.
One more.
Please.
One more.
Please.
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