Bells.

Mystical mixture in woods today
of dappling sunlight and soft breeze.

Heady with bell-scent that when heightened
by sky-blue shades eyeing me shyly
through every pooled patch very easily
captures the feel of azure delight.

Such a mesmeric sight of swaying
bluebelling mass  heaven-hued paradise
accosts my senses, embraces
the season and knowing soon it will end
this heart resolves to absorb more wonder
Of blooms wafting true self-reliance.

Moving to view this abundance, I face
the truth that here there is no pretence.

Each one of these beauties

shows how to love being blue.

Reviews

[Neville]

Perfectly penned my friend.. write down to the couleur de la police... I have a beautiful photo somewhere of my daughter playing in a wood,, surrounded by such a magnificent blue :)

[Fay Slimm]

Yes those pictures do the trick even when the wonderful bells have faded - - thank you muchly for your visit and the nostalgic review my friend.

[Chris Shaw]

Had my own bluebell experience last week Fay. The intensity of colour was breathtaking. Certainly a magical sight to behold. Thank you for this lovely poem on a dull Sunday morning. You transported me. Keep well and safe in these troubled times.

Chris

[Fay Slimm]

yes what an experience to walk among such wealth of colour and to get down to their level and see nothing but blue nodding heads is even more inspiring - -thanks so much for dropping by and reviewing my verse Chris.......... stay safe and well my friend.