Springtime in Bluebell Wood: trees
stand like galleons.
Sunlight illuminates their leafy masts and rigging.
They rest, becalmed, as breezes animate
their bluebell ocean,
creating turbulence and subtle currents,
that imitate that other, greater sea
beyond.
Artists come here year by year
with skill, technique or passionate concern,
with misty lens, charcoal, brush or pen
but some pass by
who simply gaze and stand
as I am standing now,
embracing, in this soaring moment,
a sad, sweet symphony in dusty blue.
Richard Fleming
