Bluebells

Bluebells, GCV

Ethereal blue pre-quandary,
silence without thought
we breathe deeply
steeped in the rush of the land,
touched to life by the sun.

Rainbow flows in ripples.
Uncontainable.
We are unmovable.

When our bells toll without sound
the valley swings.
Sunlight breaks
through the veil.

Bluebells GCV

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5 thoughts on “Bluebells

  1. Alex Jones

    As travel the country lanes of East Anglia I see the beautiful sea of bluebells in the ancient woodlands, beautiful. Great poem.

  2. Just loved this post.. Bluebells are my favourite woodland flowers.. and they always bring back childhood memories… Their perfume is something never to be forgotten…….. Thank you for sharing and allowing me to relive some of those happy times .. Blessings ~Sue x

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