Bluebells

Beating to a different rhythm
Listen
The earth is breathing
In
Out
In
Out
Trees steady their stance
Branches quiver

A pregnant pause

Betwixt and between
Creeping along the path
A blue haze beckons
As it stitches a luxuriant
Curtain of bluebells
Delicate but strong

As we are and as we might be

Myrna Moore

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