Mystical mixture in woods today
Of dappling sunlight and soft breeze
Heady with bell-scent which, when heightened
By sky-blue shades, eyeing me shyly
Through every pooled patch, very easily
Capture the feel of azure delight.
Such a mesmeric sight of swaying
Bluebell mass, heaven-hued paradise
Accosting my senses, embraces
My soul. Knowing that soon it will end
I resolve to absorb more wonder
Of blooms wafting true 'self-reliance, '
Moving to view this abundance, face
The truth that here there is no pretence.
Fay Slimm
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluebell-experience/
