Mystical mixture in woods today
Of dappling sunlight and soft breeze
Heady with bell-scent which, when heightened
By sky-blue shades, eyeing me shyly
Through every pooled patch, very easily
Capture the feel of azure delight.
Such a mesmeric sight of swaying
Bluebell mass, heaven-hued paradise
Accosting my senses, embraces
My soul. Knowing that soon it will end
I resolve to absorb more wonder
Of blooms wafting true 'self-reliance, '
Moving to view this abundance, face
The truth that here there is no pretence.
This is such a wonderful write Fay...bluebells were one of my mothers favourite flowers and always bring her memory back to me...don't you just love this time of year? ....Fi 10++++
The title's enticed me, the words have excited me - this is a wonderful tribute to those scented swathes of sapphire. S :)
A beautiful wandering rhythm sways through this piece when read. Very nice
Now this is how a walk should be Fay, a lovely piece with wonderful images, regards Tom
very imaginative and humble! very amazing! like Mozart Piano Sonata on words!
I can see by your biography that you are so much part of nature and your appreciation is shown so wonderfully in this poem as well as the others I have read. To live as you do, and to bring your gift of poetry to the world is part of the psyche. I simply adore this poem in every way imaginable. 10 Karin Anderson
Fay, you wrote it.. beautiful.. your word usage amazes me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always thought you do nature very well Fay.. Andy 10