A blue mist stretches
scented fingers
beneath the branches.
The shimmering colour,
shifting from pale purple to palest lapis lazuli,
spreads around me in a sunlit drift
of bluebells.
Split by shadows, shaded
by gently moving boughs,
the floating leaves
fluttering
greenly golden,
lit by warm sunlight.
I am enveloped in a perfumed paradise.
But the silence is broken
by thundering noise
and the crashing and splashing
of moto-cross boys
as they tear through the trees
in a flurry of mud
and a spattering clatter
resounds through the wood.
They are gone –
and a soft breath sighs
in their wake.
A barely perceptible ripple crosses
the hyacinthine carpet;
within the shading panoply
a bird sings
and a solitary leaf
drifts down.
I am surrounded by a peaceful paradise.
Forest Lover
15.5.09