Fields of Blue

Fields of blue

Its green now, a bright fresh green
beneath, a bright blue hue is seen
blues grow beneath the trees
blossom falls, a sight to tease
it looks like snow falling on the ground.

Black and Hawthorn trees in bloom
May it seems will be quite soon.
Dandelion blooms that turn to clocks
are tucked under ladies smocks,
among the hedgerows and hills.

In barren places, honesty comes
Bee and Dumbledore’s now hum
cowslips and primrose head still show
in shadows still their yellow glow
and bramble fingers stretch anew

Foxglove plants begin to grow
Herb Roberts flowers now do show.
Periwinkles arms interlace
forget- me- not’s now embrace
covering all with a field of blue

Blue bells in my little woodland.