Bluebell Wood

Img_1426by Penelope Appleyard13 May 2020

Tread softly
Through woods
Now awash
With purple heads,
Flooded into every space,
Spreading,
Fanning,
As water compellingly
Wraps around stones.

Tread softly
As night melts
Over the flowering ocean
That lies calmly,
Breathing,
Stirring
At the feet of trees
And underneath stars
That leave moments of old light
On their leaves.
Tread softly and hear
An ancient whisper
Of spring.

PW