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
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