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.
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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
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
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