Suggests garden, free, generous --- 'And
azuring-over greybell makes wood banks and
brakes wash wet like lakes bluebells’ Hopkins
God said to Peter
‘To walk on lakes, you’ll
need my water – and to catch
our fish, go fishing!’
Bluebells in Cumbria
The last day of April can be cruel,
lush-early the bluebells are fading.
Spring’s fervent these days but little flags
stand and wave in the wind, their last stand.
Can you tinkle the river,
can you timbre a blackbird,
can you stock-still a shiver,
will your bell soon be heard?
Hot – as if in Summer,
a field of bluebells shimmers
- this has been their time –
and together they have competed and won
for bee and butterfly, spider, the sun
warmed up their faces - bowed out - by the moon.
Beautiful! Nannette @nannette1094
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