Woodbells
Amidst the woody opalescence;
clammy, creeping undergrowth,
and stooping heavy boughs,
they wait.
A gradually growing blanket
of slender grassy leaves,
cloak emerging shoots from bulbs below.
Shielding as they sprout,
thriving,
animated,
up towards life giving sun.
Flourishing stems,
crowned with gems
of budding blue, stand tall.
Patiently nursing each swelling,
sapphire cocoon.
Leading springtime’s flurry,
the violet pods burst open,
rushing to unwrap,
reveal,
and bloom,
before the canopy above awakes.
Exposed,
thriving in the rays,
pale thimble tips daintily recurve,
nodding softly with the breeze.
Sweet heady scents escape,
swirl amongst caressing air,
flaunting precious nectar.
Amidst the wood bells;
dewy and perfumed,
summer’s day draws near.
The canopy closes.
Marking their end.
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