Visiting the Dead

Early one Sunday morning I was walking through the  Cemetery off Tresta Road in Glasgow . It was November and just beginning to snow . It was so quiet I could hear the snow flakes falling through the air , I took  this photo and wrote the poem in my head as I walked

 I walked the narrow path early Sunday morning
No sound except  the shhh, shhh, shhh  of snow- falling  

Falling, on the gold grey headstones ,

and the muffled church bells that called the faithful

Glasgow’s rooftops , monuments, trees and ground were slowly swathed

In soft silver snow,

And the divide between the worlds of the living and dead , thinned and blurred

Stone angels gazed at me through half closed eyes and  sad smiles,

Long forgotten sleepers, their names erased by time and rain, whispered to me –

"Remember us”.

Shivering , I tiptoed over men, women and children gone to their reward-

Dried flower tributes rustled in the winter wind and

A solitary crow watched me with amused curiosity  

As  I made  my way back to the living

hello again

I have been on this site since 2011, but deleted all my blogs because I didn't know what I should blog about. I have many interests but blogs are supposed to be focused and people say nobody is interested in "you". However lately I have seen many blogs about everyday  people who  write about their meals, outings and such so why not me? 
Now don't think I am going to write details about things like that. But I can entertain you with stories about immigrating to Canada, dealing with life's curveballs, taking are of elderly parents and spouses fighting a terrible disease. I can share my short stories- some true and some fiction-, my poems, and give you a link to my other website which features  ideas and link to a variety of topics, photography, and travel section to my favourite place-Scotland. 

Keep checking back as I make more time for sharing. 

Donna