The scent meets you in the air
before you see them, rich
heavy fragrance you can
find nowhere else.
The secretive treasure
of silent woodland, only
appearing in spring
like the swallows.
A carpet of flowers
covers the ground, like
a perennial lapis
lazuli blue cloud.
As mist they rise
among the trees, slowly
climbing the slopes
towards the sun.
In warm May air
we amble along, lost
in a sensuous haze
of bluebell light.
What ancient beauty
makes them glow, when
we passing strangers
are not there ?
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