Through Nature's Window Comments

The bluebells of the forest, Comfort him Enchanting poem - I can almost believe I am there in the forest.

Her love sows, His bounty of contentment, As he dances with his mother, On the forest floor of life, love of the Son and a Mother, nature. mother'love through nature's door.. they are all original thoughts dear Poetess. Thank you

Nature comes alive in this captivating composition!

Lovely.... the story of a son who loves his mother so dearly that he is reminded of her by all the beautiful things of Nature..... Even the blue colour of his mother's eyes, he sees in the blue bells flaunting themselves from the undergrowth! This son who sees his mother's love through Nature's window is an arresting picture !

Wow lovely original thoughts in this poem a beauty that shouts from the forest floor...thanks for a joy to read thru natures window...regards

Great, vivid imagery of nature and emotions. A lovely write!

As the trees flirt with the ever changing skies, Truth flourishes here as nature never lies.... beautiful lines...10 nature never lies but makes us to believe with love and trust that is real and must

There are so many emotions captured in this beatiful bucolic poem. A very clever peice of wor

There are so many emotions captured in this beatiful bucolic poem. A very clever peice of work.

Blue- blood- the quality of being a nobleman or a noble-woman by birth. Blues- -type of a slow music from the Southern US. Blue Stocking- -a woman with considerable, literary or intellectual ability or interest. Readers of PH are intelligent enough but there are a few exceptions, too.

Imagining bluebells as a blue-blood child of nature and dancing on the blues of her mother has made this poem a blue diamond and the poetess appears a blue stocking. What a lovely poem! ..............10

This is a lovely nature write; I enjoyed this read thanks for sharing it.

Great imagery of bluebells, one amongst many of Nature's beauties so delicately crafted with amazing words..... Hazel.......simply phenomenal write

Images like broken mirror so nice so beautiful thank for sharing kudos

Hello Hazel You have created a mythic poem with the larger-than-life character of the man, the mother whose memory envelops him and Mother Nature who looms even larger over both their lives. The relationship between a mother and her son can be very complex, and shape forever her son's way of life. I don't think this man can wrap his mind around their relationship as human beings; his mother has become a goddess figure to him, she is Nature and nourishes him in abiding ways. He is independent of every other human being except her. I love the difference in scale between this would giant of the Earth and the bluebells which become symbolic of his life and being. They are a sign, not proof which entail details, that he has multiple dimensions within and the capability to be different from what he has become. But who would want him to change? He is a figure of mythic stature, a man like Antaeus who gains his strength by his primal connections to his human mother and World Mother.

So vivid is your description that I can't but fell in love with bluebell, the beautiful offspring of Mother, Nature.Thanks Hazel for your lovely comment.

Lovely bluebells, a rare sight these days, but given to us through your very imaginative poem.

It's a lovely peace of work imagining the bluebell with human's life. The detailing and the rhythm are fantastic! ! ! hank you Hazel for sharing this.

The beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, it is said. Nature continues to be an impressionist for most of the poems. Irrespective of the hypothetical status of the mysterious nature, it is highly soothing to see that Hazel, you would like to draw yet another sketch of the beautiful nature.

A beautiful sketch on nature.But it is only the human being raping the nature in different ways. Loved your imagery thought. Thanks for share.