Bluebell

I saw you, cookoo boots*

I watched you arrive

A tight wound pearl

A fairy lattice of white and blue
held tight in green ribbon

Declaring a birth

I watched you grow

A sap full shaft
Bearing your spear tip to touch
the air.

Making a promise of ambition

I watched you soar

A renaissance Madonna

A carnival of the bells:
raising a thousand voices in
the harmony of one note

Hanging like a heavy blessing

I watched you fall

As your colours fled away.
Fading to husks, stumbling earthwards
becoming, once more, the ground

All your work is done