So fade the lilies, their miracle complete,
And all their baroque fantasies of form and scent
Now ghosts upon the ripened Summer air.
We lived their moment and that time was sweet.
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From Scotland’s purple mountains
From Scotland’s purple mountains
Come blessings great and small,
Like whiskey, haggis, porridge,
Dundee cake, shortbread and all.
But of mighty Scotia’s bounty
The best of all to me
Is a wee round Highland oatcake,
Dunked in my English tea!
For Liz and Roddie
Orion shivers
Orion Shivers
Orion shivers in the winter night
But keeps his lonely vigil. I watch too
And wait for morning and the healing light.
20 February 1992
I have a homing instinct for the stars 
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