Onn/ gorse

còmhdachd bhràighean
an gorm is buidhe,
feachd a feitheamh
àithne ghrad nan ràithe,
freice 'n t-suirighe,
an còta màille dealgach

teine òrach
a taomadh meala,
bheir thu deàrrsadh
spreadhach gréine dhuinn,
is priobadh earraich bhuat
air cnuic bog a gheamhraidh

léine'n t-saoghail,
brat lasrach samhraidh,
gunna 'n abachaidh,
feachd mór na ràithe,
craobhsgaoileadh shuaichneis,
cnò meala air iteal

slopes' coverlet
in greens and yellows,
an army awaiting
the seasons' prompt order,
courtship's guardians
in their thorn coats of armour

a golden fire
spilling honey,
you'll bring us
sun's explosive radiance
and spring's first flicker,
on the moist hills of winter

a world's drill shirt,
summer's flame banner,
gunfire of ripeness,
season's regiments
broadcasting signals,
honey nut on the air

poem by aonghas macneacail