Surprised by my tasting the spring, a golden frog leaps to the bank. He flies to froggy places, his ankle-joints stretch the moment.   A puddock from his pop-eyes to his paddle-toes, he darts out of the vital pool. Immortal…

We sail to the Garvellachs with an autumn wind along the string of islands. Heading out over the waves, a honeybee lands on the guardrail of the yacht. Ginger-brown and banded, he is a lost forager   who travels with…

  Just knowing he’s out there is enough. A far-away bird flies with the black clouds.   Then a noise like no other you’ll ever hear: a throat-singer from the steppes, a pig-snort,   a star-burst, a log-pile rolling, cork-drawing…

A song thrush calls clear among the hills, with his recurring note the rounded archway fills.   The bride who walks sunwise up the path to the kirk door brings a ray of light, snowy foot on cobbled floor.  …

On sunny days she’s always on the wing dusky brown    autumn brown she delights in open ground   She’s agile over hedge and scrub cocoa brown    mocha brown she delights in open ground   How fast she flies in upland…

A boy in a sleeveless tee, his pale torso twisted to one side, pushes his metal walker frame ahead of him. He drags crumpled feet across the grassy powwow ground.   Spurred by the drums, he joins in every one…

The wind gaes reeshlin through the gress Till a wheesht comes at the stillin o the air: Quaeit gies a sough, mair a glisk nor a soond.  

  Bird for Bird Some Scottish species and their cousins in America   Scotland                                                    America Tree-speeler                                             Brown Creeper…