hill-framed sky’s cloud
less bl ue pinks at its
rim as day’s ghost be
comes becomes towards
real becomes and fills
world our fingers scor ch
on boot la ces & gaiter zips
we are cr isp between Chri
stmas & New Year’s Eve our
old selves suddenly spec
tres of some others in
nocent of everything other
than this this year-end mist
has wrapped birch twigs hea
ther & rocks with lit grey splin
ters the burn rum mages un
der skins of ice pat iently sear
ching for gravity pines wear
frilly jackets of white sky-breath
and one pine stop -framed by
hun dreds of its still likes walks
with us star-prongs have gr
own over every High land detail
of here here recreated as cry
stalline copies of fo rest &
corie & mountains beyond this
breath ing & passing of our
selves through this per fectly new
world is a yoga of ground ground
takes us in to its star shapes a
robin stops bobs stops bobs be
fore us leading us up a
slippery footpath each bootfall
crinks against master piece ice
-broaches tra gically but for bil
lions up on billions of tiny
delicate sym metrical shapes wa
ter’s spoken has frozen to we go
to beyond beyond the tree
-line high & out in the open ice
-wires nest in our noses as we
breathe ourselves towards Corie Làir
& Sgor Rhaudh ri zing above
the corie’s grey frost -base to frisp
golden rid ges of crystal line
desire where sunlight cracks & cra
shes si lently speckly -white ptar
migan are invisible but they are
there and they see with frost’s
eyes night’s veins waiting just
below a world’s rim darkness just
lea king in and free sing
into this bright we are warm as
our bones burn like frost I want
to stay
still in this high light stay
here as a solid vow
el a crystal man an
an
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