A bluebell wood, such a sight to see,
Blue haze wrapped softly around each tree.
Sweet perfume just drifting through the air,
Oh, how I wish that I could be there.
So restful to the eyes and the mind,
A beauty that is so well defined.
One sea of blossom over the ground,
Oh, how I wish to observe, spellbound.
Those stems of bells, that silently ring,
Welcoming in the newly born spring.
A mass of flowers, a carpet fine,
Oh, how I wish that they could be mine.
© Ernestine Northover
Spring won't be able to resist this invitation. I especially love your second line which really opens the scenery to my mind's eye. Take care, Magda
A sweetly perfumed poem about the intoxication of nature and the soul's constant yearning for re-birth. Inspiring poetry as always. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Ernestine! ! A dreamy poem and SO defined, I can see it All now in my mind! ! ! *10*! ! Hugs Friend Thad
I can, in minds eye see you sitting there and I know I've found the fairest flower upon the present ground.
JUST................................CLOSE YOUR EYES........................AND............... , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , YOU'LL BE THERE, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Love duncan X
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As you know I live in deep country and snow drops are our first signs of spring, then the blue bells and daffs to complete the trio....I have a garden since I moved, the snow drops have come and the daff are raising their heads, spring will soon be here. your poem reminded me so much of a wood we used to walk with our kids, quite close to here....at a certain time of year, it is covered in blue bells. The essence of life itself imo. Great poem, just take yourself off in spiritual minds eye. Smiling at you, Tai