Bleak

Snow still on the ground and a funeral to go to,a lovely lady gone far too soon. Cold earth warmed by bright funeral flowers,roses,lilies and carnations breathing their perfume on the freezing air. Then the wake,the uncleared carpark inches deep in snow inviting the comic relief of a snowball fight,but we go indoors in the warm to the inviting scent of coffee,to eat dainty savouries and celebrate the fact that,at least for now,we're still here.