Readers’ contributions have always been welcome in this space. These poignant lines by Jock Stein of Haddington were prompted by the fiftieth anniversary of the Aberfan Disaster. The second poem, by the Elgin-born cleric Andrew Young, offers a defiant assertion of new life after winter.

LONELY ROADS

(Job, Chapter 28)

Lonely the miner’s path

Digging for gold, digging for coal

Digging for some victory?

More, digging for survival

Lonely the survivors walk

Children, brothers, sisters lost

Aleppo, Aberfan, the Iolaire

who adds up the human cost?

Lonely the philosopher

who lives uneasily inside us

seeking at every pithead

shafts of light to guide us

LAST SNOW

Although the snow still lingers

Heaped on the ivy’s blunt webbed fingers

And painting tree-trunks on one side,

Here in this sunlit ride

The fresh unchristened things appear,

Leaf, spathe and stem,

With crumbs of earth clinging to them

To show the way they came

But no flower yet to tell their name,

And one green spear

Stabbing a dead leaf from below

Kills winter at a blow.