Sunset in Silver and Black

Windwires and fibrillating larksongover John’s Hill –Veiled orb silvers leaves, draws colourfrom charcoal bands striping pale fields,dazzles on distant sea spread lowfar down beneath the hazy wrinkled plain. Wingflashing larkrises on the up-beat.Glint of drowned...

Rain

Shakespeare writes of mercy falling as the “gentle rain from heaven”. Rain doesn’t always fall; in a Scotch mist it drifts, almost suspended.A medieval poet yearned in the warm rain:Westron wind, when wilt thou blow?The warm rain down doth rain.Oh, that my love were...