Winter Sunrise in Edinburgh

The huge pale sun behind the Braid Hills rising 

glints on the city in wands of slanting light 

The threadbare half-moon hangs above Corstorphine 

where winter branches stretch and silhouette 

With sunrise in her hair the girl Queen Mary 

rode to dying Darnley out at Kirk o? Field 

On such a frosty forenoon Cockburn left the lawcourts 

experienced the New Town, memorised the Old 

Singing a cold cadence Fergusson the poet 

shivered down the Canongate with rhythm in his feet

And citizens of Edinburgh on this very morning 

set to partners, join hands and skip down the street

Note: Cockburn is pronounced Co'burn, the first syllable rhyming with 'go'.