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.