We walked within an ancient wood
Beside the Heart-of-England way
Where oak and beech and hazel stood,
Their leaves the pale shades of May.
By bole and bough, still black with rain,
The sunlight filtered where it would
Across a glowing, radiant stain—
We stood within a bluebell wood!
And stood and stood, both lost for words,
As all around the woodland rang
And echoed with the cries of birds
Who sang and sang and sang and sang…
My mind has marked that afternoon
To hoard against life’s stone and sling;
Should I go late, or I go soon,
The bluebells glow— the birds still sing.
It was a delightful walk around Chaddesley Woods on a very warm May morning!
A few photographs to follow taken on the walk:
The sweet scent of the Bluebells filled the air!
Speckled Wood...how lovely to see these butterflies again!
A group of Longhorn Moths dancing in the sunshine!
Me and my shadow
Orange-tip butterfly on Stitchwort
May is such a lovely month with all things bright and beautiful!