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.
PoetryPix 
The color of them takes my breath away every time. (K)
me too K – that and the magnificence in their multitudes – not to mention fragrance
Might look otherwise for a moment, but the truth is yet untamed, wild.
Beautiful.
untamed indeed Neil until they meet the Spanish bluebells garden escapees and hybridise so easily