THE Elgin-born cleric and nature-lover combines both strands of his life in this quiet piece for the nativity season.

It can be found in his Selected Poems (Carcanet, £9.95).

CHRISTMAS DAY

Last night in the open shippen

The Infant Jesus lay,

While cows stood at the hay-crib

Twitching the sweet hay.

As I trudged through the snow-fields

That lay in their own light,

A thorn-bush with its shadow

Stood doubled on the night.

And I stayed on my journey

To listen to the cheep

Of a small bird in the thorn-bush

I woke from its puffed sleep.

The bright stars were my angels

And with the heavenly host

I sang praise to the Father,

The Son and Holy Ghost.

shippen=cattle-shed