Bluebells
after Toi Derricotte
I went strolling uphill slowly
To search for sky-blue flowers
In warm Spring sunshine.
There were two pigeons nestling
Amongst the blue carpet of blooms,
Guiltily pecking, destroying and fleeing the scene;
And a solitary bee on a mission,
Custodian of his flower.
Oh bluebell, why can’t I be as graceful?
A tall cedar, towering above the bluebells,
Its protective canopy shielding
Precious petals from sunlight.
A trio of ducks gliding past the woodland
On the lake below,
Oblivious to the transient beauty of bluebells.
All around me, the whispering breeze continues,
Bluebell heads nodding,
Singing softly,
Keep trying, patience builds grace.
Keep trying, patience builds grace.
by Linda. J. Salt
