Today I saw again the drifts of blue bells and wild garlic flowers -
It was if they were waiting for me -
Narrow paths wavered under new leaves -
Once more I felt the ancient calm of the wood, the blessing of the flowers -
Behind me, following my footsteps, were my younger selves -
Each one had a word for me, of love or hard won wisdom -
11.06
Wednesday 19 April 2017
Polar Wood
Swyre Head
Dorset
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