Bluebells carpet the woodland floor
Packed so tightly that insects tip-toe
Softly and quietly between them.
Their beauty unlocks a woodland door
With such colour of delicate blue,
And a fragrance that is heaven sent.
They droop their heads in the spring rain,
With their beauty making all things new.
Their magic weaves a pleasant spell
A sea of blue that meanders in the breeze
And floats delicately over the forest floor,
Their fragrance creates a delicate smell.
Nature now has all its beauty brought
To the fore before summer casts its spell
Delicate bluebells making spring so fine
Their time on earth far too short.
Mother nature's portrait of beauty paints poets of us all... Your poem reminded me of one of my favourite walks... Thank you for the memories...
Spring rains, a blue carpet in the woods, insects playing game of love, a cold country where summer is awaited, is it a poem or a blue painting? Amazing description of a beautiful wood by a lovely poet Blue.....10
Such a beautiful poem! The displayed wonder and glory of nature, superb.
Marvellous poem. But, David, where are your new poems?
Beauty of Nature so wonderfully painted through this poem, dear David. Loved your poem....10
I just made a revisit to this marvellous poem. Beautiful poem to have come back to. Thank you David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely refreshing poem, David, I enjoyed it so much!