Bluebells

 My heart lingers long in the swathes of blue, arising shyly from crisp copper carpets.

Tall sentinels stand guard over their charges, just daring to unfurl new fresh leaves, to add a dash of green to the blue. 

And the sun reaches through to deepen the shade and the bowed heads nod and bob and their delicate scent, puffs and eddies in the wandering wind.