So, sticking with poems rooted in nature and exploring ‘place’ I thought I’d read one of my own poems today. This one means a lot to me (for obvious reasons) and was written quickly a few years ago after an icy winter’s walk through the mean streets of Fala Dam, the tiny hamlet of 12 houses we call home just outside of Scotland’s capital city of Edinburgh. Nina has definitely hit the age where it is a tad horrific to have your Dad write poems about you, but she gave me the nod to share this today and I hope I’ve managed to capture some of the simple beauty that can be conjured by just being outside and noticing with those you love.
Walking with Nina by Scott Cassidy