i the gairden

a burd chirms its hert oot

...conduks wi's tail

in the garden

a bird sings its heart out

...conducts with its tail

nicht's weet aye hings

on nakit brainches  -

sin sheens throuch a glessy tree

night's rain still hangs

on naked branches  -

sun shines through a glassy tree

hern hunkers lik a bodach  -

a plowp!

an he's youthie agane

heron sits like an old man  -

a plop!

and he's young again

daffins

the furst year set aff lang syne

...thair sheenin nebs

daffodils

the first year planted long ago

,,,their shining faces

hern an me  -

craigs beeried, humphy-backit

i the snell wund

heron and I  -

necks buried, humpbacked

in the cold wind

rowein thunner

an streengs o weet

...a caumin sitar

rolling thunder

and strings of rain

...a calming  sitar

throuch Mass

a  trappit bummer drones

...dree

through Mass

a trapped bee drones

...panic

causey thiggers  -

abuin thair heids

burds trauchle nest biggin

street beggars  -

above their heads

birds labour nest building

freenly neebour  -

her daffins

heald intae ma gairden

friendly neighbour  -

her daffodils

lean into my garden