Spring Mermaids

SPRING MERMAIDS The empty sky over the forest is silent, But soon the call of distant spring will arrive And the myriad bluebells who went Away last summer will once again thrive, Spreading to every shady cranny and nook Over the floor of our leafy sea. These tiny blue mermaids by the brook, Heads bent shyly in softly whispered glee, Will speak to me again, as we take our ease: I’ll breathe in their earthy growth From the lush sward around the trees And spring’s warmth will fill us both. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written by Sydney Peck 28 January 2102 for Carol Brown’s Contest SPRING