Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
There is never a sight more beautiful
Or so amazing than that of a tree,
In summer with branches and leaves so full
With gently swaying boughs for all to see.
Married villages emptied to the call.
Young single men from well-worn towns
Changed from suits and flat caps to khaki.
They changed their hob nailed working boots
The week after the funeral the house was cleared
Memories taken to the auctioneers to be sold off,
The polished sideboard and dining room table,
The picture frames now empty of smiling faces.
‘Tis time to mend this wounded heart
Since it slowed to a miniscule beat
To see with my eyes the face of the world
And say ‘hello’ to all I greet.
I am your faithful friend, I cannot lie
My silver charm waits upon your desire
As I stand and wait patiently for you.
Cherry blossom fell like confetti
In the wind, but there was no bride
Or groom only a pair of robins
On the grass beneath the cherry tree.
What was she thinking, sitting there?
Her blue and gold head scarf hanging
Down her back, that pearl earring, those
Bright red lips drawn slightly apart.
The wind has no compass
It knows not where it goes
But blows clouds of all colours
And autumn leaves along the ground.