Poem for May

All the world’s a stage by William Shakespeare All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms; And then …

Poem for April

The Loch of the Green Corrie by Andrew Greig We came to know it, a little. It kept its best fish hidden under glassy water, behind silver backing of the long day’s clouds. We cast and retrieved by that mirror till the Green Corrie reflected only three bodies of light, filling and emptying themselves. That …

Poem for March

The secret of flying The breakthrough is to stop thinking about aerodynamics. Concentrate on the immeasurable pleasures of floating above roofs and the open mouths of chimney pots stems of road budding houses, the rumple of fields and, beyond, the dark spot of a copse or how the river feels up into its tree-lined tributaries. …

Poem for February

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the …

Poem for January

Nest by Char March to snuggle to coorie doon to snoodle. a half-world of care. a gowpen of shoogling eggs roofed by warm breast. a weaving of twigs. eaves studded with river-mud huts. a precariousness in wind. a responsibility of worms, sand eels, gnats. a rock ledge with fifty thousand screams. the heart of a …

Poem for December

So Many Summers by Norman MacCaig Beside one loch, a hind’s neat skeleton, Beside another, a boat pulled high and dry: Two neat geometries drawn in the weather: Two things already dead and still to die. I passed them every summer, rod in hand, Skirting the bright blue or the spitting gray, And, every summer, …