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