Bluebell Woods HAIKU
A walk through English woodland in verse
Tis the 1st of May. I shall take you on a walk through some bluebell woods. What a joy.
Storm clouds gathering in April's dark moody skies May is nearly here
One path may be blocked yet another forms, leading to deeper green copse
A shaft of sunlight the tinkle of little bells on a brisk spring breeze
Tis time of greening smells of winter's decaying now overridden
We are surrounded, dazzled, bathing in beauty. A white feather drifts
Only bird song falls in the depths of mossy wood our ears are rested
We are cleansed by bells, a hare, a mistle thrush and us, walking softly
Thank you for coming along. I hope this virtual forest bathing refreshed you for the day ahead. I look forward to hearing from you in comments.
A little gallery for those who would like more.
Let Nature lift your spirits and renew your energy.
For more signs of Spring try this post
Bluebells sway in breeze,
May's gentle footsteps whisper,
Woodland dreams awake.
How serene are the woods!
And I love the first picture. There is something about the storms that I can’t express. I love how the sky changes colours and gets grey and dark as the storm approaches. I love how the wind blows, carrying the dust. I love how the trees sway, and the leaves rustle. The whole world suddenly feels more alive. People call me crazy for liking such weather. But I find quietude in storms. When everything around you is turbulent, you find peace in yourself.