Sometimes I want to know who I am she said.
I am more than the Scottish clan that gave me its name to wear.... more »
Now bring to me a dropp of sun
And the shadow where you stand.
I simply want to hold them
In the shelter of my hand.... more »
He Was Tired
He was tired. The summer had drained his strength.
The hours pulled like weights on his hands
and the tall prairie grass was bent.... more »
In These Far Places
Evening, in these far places,
Hangs above the fields like a ghost.
The uncut grain bends
In soft echo to the wind.... more »
He left the scrubland
And climbing the rise of a hill
That rose like a belly of soft grass
He stood up on a ridge that ran in a semi-circle... more »
On This Great Plain
On this great plain a gathering wind rises
from where the first hills touch the tall grass.
Bending beneath the sweet breath
Of this new lover,... more »
Come, he said, let us take the last sunlight
And walk together to where the night
Waits like a stranger by the road.
She took his hand and measuring his pace,... more »
There Is A Sadness
There is a sadness
That stretches from the corner of life
Like a parade to the borders of the world.
There is a field, a few houses and some children... more »
Her fingers, long and impossibly beautiful,
Raised an early morning coffee cup... more »
Two Women In A Field Of Grass
Two women in a field of grass
Holding hands at night,
Left with right and right with left,
Their fingers intertwined.... more »