Bluebells growing

Bluebells growing
in the quiet dust
the heavy scent
of ferns rising up
from the forest loam

Birdsong
and at night
a shallow moon
now that the solstice
has passed

Soon the scarlet roses
will come into bloom
and the air will carry
their fragrance
far and wide

Youth is ending
but age is a blessing
and love is the radiance
that fills this earth
with grace and there is
no greater mystery

John Lyons