springtime in Scotland

bereft of bloom by anelephantcant

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Springtime in Scotland

once again I go back with my soul full of hope
simply seeking a warm word or a smile
but the pain and the tears start all over again
I realise my trip is heartbreakingly futile

because springtime in Scotland is bereft of bloom
the flowers have no colour or scent
it is painfully clear I am not welcome here
the narrow cracks now are more widely rent

there’s no music playing on the barren hillsides
the silent songbirds
forget their sweet tunes
dull sky is heavy with low weeping clouds
obscuring a succession of pale dying moons

the sunshine of course is long disappeared
the rainfall is wind-blown and cold
the chill of my homeland seeps into my bones
but it’
s much more than the weather that makes me feel old

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8 Responses to springtime in Scotland

  1. mandibelle16 says:

    Sad, a Wordsworthian quality to this. How nature reflects the poet’s despair. More hugs Elephant 🙂


  2. willow88switches says:

    ah the pull of a life left behind, but for the memories which are yet to fade ….. weather can be damnable … people and losses even more so ….


  3. Corine Gouy says:

    Qu’est ce qu’il faut faire ou dire pour que ce wild Scot se sente moins vieux
    Ou moins triste ??


  4. Encore triste ce poème !


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