The owl is out early
All the mice look up

The petals fall
About the rose
I take the stem
And the thorns
Prick my skin

A seagull waddles across the flat top of a roof
It pecks in the gutter
And looks at me as if I'm stupid




She is
All sorts
Of Love
Ly
Things




She comes in a box
With a bow
And in amongst
The straw
Are all sorts
Of feelings
All wrapped up

The spiral galaxy spirals
So many sons
So many daughters

Community is Dead
Long Live the Internet

The last of the sun
And late in the day showers
Make dirty red brick gold

Dirty red brick made gold
By late in the day showers
And the last of the sun

Scree hill
Ski hill
My feet slip and stick
I can do it because you're behind me

A handful of gravel in the air
And then the pigeons land

The wind makes waves of the grass
As the sun spreads heat through my cheek
I wipe an insect from my ear
Disappear

Mini-buttercups
Inside a buttercup
Inside a buttercup
Inside a buttercup

Trees spear me
When stripped by acid rain

Spines of frost
Iron filings on a magnet
The cold is here

Mouse skeleton
Insects scurry away
Into their bladed forest

Leftover showers pepper Edinburgh
The sun breaks between

The rain pings the grass
Insects are landing