Step over guarding thorns,
the outstretched claws of brambles,
their plump dark jewels gone now.
Breathe the heavy scent of the viburnum
and tuck a sprig of pink into your mitten
to sweeten day’s cruel frost.
to mavis and sparrow all branch-tangled
heralding winter’s early dusk.
Ease past the dog rose, its bareness held
until all is green, all is spring. Head out
and round between the shining birches
calling to the moon.
Nearly there. Don’t stop
to watch as hinds tiptoe or heron stalk the Moss.
There’ll be time.
Makar of the Fed of Writers (Scotland) Finola Scott’s work is on posters, tapestries and postcards. Her poems are widely published in anthologies and magazines including New Writing Scotland, The Lighthouse and Fenland Reed. Her work was commissioned by Stanza Poetry Festival for a multi-media installation. Much Left Unsaid, her pamphlet, is published by Red Squirrel Press. Poems, pictures and events can be found at Finola Scott Poems.