Sliced with shade and scarred with snow
A mountain breaks like Mosaic rock
And through the lilt of mist there flow
Restless rivers of pebble, pocked
And speckled, where moss and the centuries grow.
Tree, married to cloud as stem is to feather,
Branches and straddles the convex of sky
Death is aflame in the bracken where heather
Rears semaphore smoke into high
Blue messenger fire through soundless weather.
Below, like bees, the ivies swarm,
Cast in leaping veins, their trunk, a crippled
Animal of thighs pounced from loch-water, storms
The slated shores of the past into ripples
Interpreting man’s fretted cuneiform.