Bluebells
BLUEBELLS
Silent bells chiming in this harmony glade.
Trees float on their airy carpet of blues,
Inviting me to glide in them, with their hues
Of damp ground and smell of cool shade.
Patches of flowers here and there disappear
Into perspective and shadowed wood
With Siren appeal and shy bowed hood,
Until they meld into the blue haze far-and-near.
No beginning and no end, chameleons elusive:
No blooms so lovely, and none shyer.
Delighted and surprised I stop and admire:
My sense of belonging and unison is effusive.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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