The Sweetness o the Aipple
The sweetness o the aipple is tae dee:
a double sweetness concentrates within oor
herts and ripens tae articulacy,
and so completes no juist a circle but a sphere.
No whit we mak but whit Earth gives,
tumult an pain o aa that lives,
oor pity an the hope o days,
maks poems possible, a taste
o time, an aipple-rhyme,
dawn’s fingers brushing Chinese-mist
doon Perthshire Braes.
From the unpublished collection Lyrics and Tales in Twa Tongues (2008)
(supported by a Scottish Arts Council Writer’s Bursary)