When I awoke this morning I knew
I had to go walking.
For once, our Saturday morning fleamarket held no allure
and as the promise of a summer's day unfolded
I stepped quietly with nature.
Dappled light on dandelion clocks,
the pungent scent of wild garlic
and a ladybird, doing her morning chores.
Across the open fields
where backlit by a perfect blue sky, pylons stride
like magnificent metal monsters.
And then the cool sweet serenity
as I walked deep into
The Bluebell Woods.
Birdsong of exquisite clarity
harmonised by the drone of humming bees.
The air so thick with the scent
of bluebells in full bloom
that it must surely seep into the very
centre of your soul.
I sat here for a long, long time.
Truly, this must be heaven on earth?