Drink ye up the last wine of summer, / Before the wind strips bare the valley of colour. / Sleep now and dream the last dream of summer, / …
Singing in the woods
The stage was set with young emerald and aged amber, / Hints of life emerging from deaths of past November.
Wild at Heart
This I dare say with a contented smile, / That my heart is forever feral and eternally wild.
Let acquaintances be made with birch, oak and conker, / And friends be made with daffodils and elder.
Of Love and Hope
My hopes like fog upon the morning dale, / Unrolled upon the fields a frosty veil, / Flourished the meadows with crystalline dew, / Diamond…
Journal of Scotland: The Return
For the evils of the morrow are too heavy for me. The shadowed valleys too dark to see.
The Curtains Fall
His arms slowly spreading to his side, farther and farther away from each other, biding the orchestra to hold out the final solemn note.