Woodland during May-time,
dappled by shafts of shifting sunlight
filtering through the overhead canopy,
nestling in scattered patches of greenery,
bluebells are busy painting the scene,
like a Sherrin-print, hazy beauty
unfolds within wistful enchantment.
Dancing dust motes eddy and swirl,
between the darkness of tall trees,
stranded islands of colour swagger
and sway in an inviting breeze,
the heady, musky fragrance mingling
with fluttering butterflies on the wing
as my senses absorb nature's charm.
This gentle rolling sea of blue and green,
a floral tranquillity engaging my soul,
warming the heart, mid-morning beads
of glistening dew holding on resiliently,
flowers bedecked with sparkling diamonds,
watery jewels, soon to vanish forever,
will always live, in my May-time memories.