Bluebells
Bluebells are burning the shadows
That lurk in every corner
Of the awakening forest.
The old brown is dying away,
Sinking back into the earth,
Wiping our eyes of its memory.
Why then, does our doubt linger?
Why do we always hesitate
Before we turn a corner?
Hope is the most fickle master
When darkness covers over.
Yet, time wins every time, look…
…Bluebells!
Derek Ross
I love this! The second stanza was unexpected, but so right!
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Hi Liz, wasn’t sure about the second verse but just left it as it was. The bluebells aren’t even out yet!, but I can see them in my minds eye when out in the local forest. Something to look forward to in these troubled times.
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Hi, Derek. You made the right decision to leave the second stanza as it was. Where I am, spring seems to be particularly slow in coming this year. I am looking forward to it!
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