The Bluebells
We wandered
into the realm of the bluebells
that dwell in the flood plain
after the spring rains.
Carefully
we stepped
through the blue kingdom
along the streams.
We could not hear
the tiny bells,
ringing with mirth.
But we saw
the great heron lift off
toward the river,
his silent blue winged shadow
gliding over the flowers.
4/1/2017
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2017
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