by Harry

Submitted by Fred


Awakened by the warming sun,
Shy crowns of blue have just begun
To frolic and to entertain;
Roused by drops of quenching rain.

All winter long they slumbered low,
Hiding from the frost and snow.
Waiting for their chance to bloom,
When light dispelled the season gloom.

As Bluebells raise their lovely heads,
An azure blaze of colour spreads
Amongst the trees, along the street,
Rhythm-of-life pulsates to their beat.

They cast a spell upon my shoes
To wash away those winter blues
And dance in breezes soft and warm,
Uplifting soul. A new Spring born!

2 Comments to “BLUEBELLS”

  1. Wonderful. I love this time of year. Our bluebells are still in bud, but their coming tells me every year that Spring’s in full swing and Summer’s knocking at the door.

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