Bluebells in Rannerdale

Hear me shouting across a neighbour’s beauty, across you world,
Across time. Forget the fells and Cumbrian Lakes. In springtime
This is my call. Come flora paparazzi,

Look at me, walk with me. Sense the wonder of a clouldless throng
Waving for life’s long attention.
Capture my framed fields of vision

‘Till late sunshine heralds a scented cry that heightens my call
For close-up immortality. A passionate plea
No polarising filter dare ignore.

Embrace my world, where conquests hunger left
No shade to shield the shy. Today
I am a wide angled profusion. Catch me now

With your infinite memory has no excuse.
Focus, capture, consider. Save my best side
Before the quickening seasons quieten my call.


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