If I could choose how it would be

Before I leave,

remind me gently

of the summery scent of sweet peas,

and the heady aroma of spiced lilies,

~ the fragrance of pine

after a Highland shower.

Speak to me of spring

when rain fell upon the loch

and how we gazed,

spellbound by the concentric circles

it rendered . . .

Remind me of the leaping trout,

skins embellished with rainbows.

~ of sunbeams on frozen ice,

a myriad of dancing stars

on a mountain-side, lit by the moon.

Speak gently, until yours is the only voice I hear on this beautiful earth.


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