Blue light ringing through
the green grass.The bent heads of petals
are not praying
to anything or to anyone.Only we are
standing in a field of them..,
Sunday Sayings: Extract of Matthew Dickman’s poem “Bluebells” and my photo in close-up of this marvel of Spring. The bent over heads are the mark of our unhybridized native flowers of the woodland.
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