Weather

=Weather=

Cloud
As borderless as any __cloud__ Oh Hurricane Brown As ever saw the world around, round, around, around Oh Hurricane Brown

Hurricane Brown, unreleased

Frost
She wore the guise of a winter squall Blowing through my empty hall, With rime on window, __frost__ on sill, And icicle on gable bell

When a Man's in Love He Feels No Cold, //Farewell Sorrow//

Then in a city in the north I came to the foot of the High-Low Stair Something gave a twinkle in my eye And there stood a Sage in the __frosty__ air

Unyoked Oxen Turn, //Spoils//

I remember the year of the burning I remember the year of the __frost__ I remember the year of the famine I remember they year of the loss

The Year of the Burning, unreleased

Rain
When __rain__ pours down to quicken The blackbird in the aspen She sings of how we sicken Of Breadalbane's rolling hills

The Laverock in the Blackthorn, unreleased

Snow
Then she wore the guise of fallow doe, As great with young as she could go Then she turned to me, then turned to go, Leaving footprints in the __snow__

When a Man's in Love He Feels No Cold, //Farewell Sorrow//

For I am like a chimney, A chimney in the __snow__, White as any lily, Yet blacker than the coal

Let Me Lie and Bleed Awhile, //The Amber Gatherers//

Now the hinges of the year have rust on every rivet The deeper we will have to breathe the air just to outlive it The more the sun shines in the door before the month of Evus The mark on __snow__ and so we know, cruel Boreas deceives us

If at twelve o'clock I'd walk a shadow's length behind you The deeper I will have to dig the driven __snow__ to find you

Hyperboreans, //A Selection of Marches, Quicksteps, Laments, Strathspeys Reels and Country Dances//

Madonna of the fangs melts away, melts away Madonna of the __snows__ melts away Madonna melts away when Aurora brings the day Oh Madonna of the __snows__ melts away

I Saw the Boy of Blazing Brow Take to Rood Like Groom to Bride, unreleased

What cares the crow for the plaint of lapwing? What cares the __snow__ for the summer's thaw? Or Orion's bow for the sting of scorpion? Or the heads of Europe as they roll away?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Squall
She wore the guise of a winter __squall__ Blowing through my empty hall, With rime on window, frost on sill, And icicle on gable bell

When a Man's in Love He Feels No Cold, //Farewell Sorrow//

Sunshine
Now the hinges of the year have rust on every rivet The deeper we will have to breathe the air just to outlive it The more the __sun shines__ in the door before the month of Evus The mark on snow and so we know, cruel Boreas deceives us ... When Boreas again begins to blow a little harder We'll go to our unwed bed [?], therein to make our larder When Boreas at last relents and the __sun again is shining__ We'll let the rhythm guide the sense, the sense misguide the rhyming

Hperboreans, //A Selection of Marches, Quicksteps, Laments, Strathspeys Reels and Country Dances//

Thunder
Now the age has come to rust, we've seen the death of wonder Now we rob graverobber's graves and redisplay the plunder And we fill some dead composer's staves with irony and __thunder__

Ned Ludd's Rant (for a World Rebarbarised), //Spoils//

I saw him climb the mountainside and stretch up to the starry vault And I saw the boy of blazing brow take to rood like groom to bride With muckle strength and muckle pride Proclaim with voice like __thunderbolt__

I Saw the Boy of Blazing Brow Take to Rood Like Groom to Bride, unreleased

Oh wish it then, brother, that we had been smothered in our mother's early embraces We'll wish it then, sisters, that we had been strangled or hanged in our tangling dresses We'd wish it then, father, the race would take over, would __thunder__ away and replace us We'd wish it then, mother, that we would ascend to the side of the mighty creatrix

Bring Me the Glass, unreleased

It fell upon the the Lammas eve The spectral pack had come a-souling No starring on the heaven's weave Only lonely __thunder__ rolling

The End of Breeding, unreleased

Tornadic
Though the road be dark as clove and long as laurel In __tornadic__ Arkansas and Alabama And I can only buckle in and watch in horror And listen to our language lose its former grammar

Where Twines the Path, //The Amber Gatherers//

Weather
She spins like a pinwheel, she's never known rest Deep in the deserts of the __weather__-blown nest It's there that I find her and trying to love I sidle behind, I hover above

Hurricane Brown, unreleased

Wind
I took my only young son, And my only daughter, Down where the willow wands weep into the water, And Walter my young son, he reached up and caught her, When away like a seedling, a gentle __wind__ brought her

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, //Farewell Sorrow//

And she gave me the wreath and she sang like a starling, My fingers intwined in her feathery hair, But she shrugged me away and said Alasdair, darling, When a song's on the __wind__ it belongs to the air

The Whole House is Singing, //Farewell Sorrow//

When past or glass has passed away And the sponges have absorbed the aegean I will hitch a ride on an endless __wind__ From what must be fled I will ever be fleeing

The Yarn Unraveller, //The Wyrd Meme//

Now Morrigan's [?] floundering inside in the __whirlwind__ While down in the underworld man lies abandoned?

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Well __windfall__ was in retrograde, bloom was all a-drifting Every wraith made with her shade over the lintel lifting Come and join the loudness wars It's time we waged the loudness wars

The Loudness Wars, unreleased

When __wind__ blows in to waken the laverock in the blackthorn She sings of all the aching In her scotia of the ills ... It is my sorrow sorest Woe the falling forest The north __wind__ brings me no rest And death is in the sky

The Laverock in the Blackthorn, unreleased