The Bluebell Wood

Green velvet-covered limbs rest on carpet of azure and amethyst. Chandelier light spilling out golden shards, illuminating figures dancing a quickstep. Orchestra on the wing, melodic, worshipping delights of Spring. Whispering of huge, ancient oaks, fluttering green foliage, re-birth, emerging from winter’s long gestation. Tall, strong trunks, feet entrenched in earth, covered by nodding heads. Arms reaching to the sky, forming a haven, an umbrella, a shelter for all who stay or just pass by. Sit awhile, listen, these giants have wisdom, ancient sages. Breathe in scent, absorb the hues, let nature’s beauty calm the soul, with more power than human remedy. Ruth Mawdsley 29-4-18