As today is the 1st of March, the date that many describe as the first day of spring I thought it would be nice to post a little poem about spring, bluebells and mother nature that I wrote last year.

Bluebells are my favourite spring flower (as you have probably guessed from the blogname,) so here is a small ode to the humble yet beautiful bluebell.

 

The bluest bell

The violet fades for one more year,

Lilacs absorb into the atmosphere.

The sweet bluebells have passed away,

Her soul’s bereft for its’ gone May.

Come back! Her spirit begins to mourn,

The bluest bells must be reborn,

Shimmery blue along gentle breeze,

As dappled sun, warms old oak trees.

Come back! Her heart begins to cry,

Why must they wilt? Why must they die?

She yearns for everlasting spring,

Yet not all’s dead, the birds still sing.

Keep quiet and watch, for there appears,

Through dew of morning’s tenderest tears.

A butterfly resurrects from chrysalis tomb,

A dog rose births from nature’s womb.

She groans and pains for life and hope,

There is no time to grieve or mope.

The bluest bell that inspires her spirit so,

Will return even after the harshest snow.