A Spring Ball

A Spring Ball

“I am ready!” the woodland quietly whispers. She coyly turns her sun-dappled crown. Revealing her translucent, dancing, slippers And her spring-ball, lilac, gown.   There is always something magical about a bluebell wood. Perhaps because the charming flowers are so temporary, so delicate, so dependent on the season? or perhaps because they are a signal of the […]

Just Before the Trees Sing 

Just Before the Trees Sing 

Just before the trees sing, The world is colourless grey, Only invigorated by dappled Sun’s rays Just before the trees sing The forest orchestra makes ready, Over chill blue skies, thin bows held upright, steady! Just before the trees sing The Spring conductor raps a gentle beat Buds, blossom, nesting birds begin to feel the […]

A Spring Ball

A Spring Ball

“I am ready!” the woodland quietly whispers. She coyly turns her sun-dappled crown. Revealing her translucent, dancing, slippers And her spring-ball, lilac, gown.   There is always something magical about a bluebell wood. Perhaps because the charming flowers are so temporary, so delicate, so dependent on the season? or perhaps because they are a signal of the […]

A Spring Ball

A Spring Ball

“I am ready!” the woodland quietly whispers. She coyly turns her sun-dappled crown. Revealing her translucent, dancing, slippers And her spring-ball, lilac, gown.   There is always something magical about a bluebell wood. Perhaps because the charming flowers are so temporary, so delicate, so dependent on the season? or perhaps because they are a signal of the [...]