Monday, February 15, 2016

a scottish cemetery

in scotland this time of year;
daffodils carpet the cemetery; 
so delicate, swaying gently.

old man’s beard laden the old oaks;
i wandered beneath them on worn paths.

hard to believe i found such tranquility;
hard to accept you are to be in such a place.

incontrovertible that you have left us;
i hope you have found serenity.

it is  eventual the world will hear; i know,
our raucous laughter will sound again, together.

15 february 2015 

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