Bluebells of Scotland
by Alison Stormwolf

A Love poem

Will you walk in the Bluebells with me?
For times are changing;
And only yesterday I was young
and now,
older,
tomorrow
older still…

Come,
meet me in the woods,
where light is shredded by the pines
and ground becomes our sacred bed,
full circle for one born to love out doors.

I will caress you in sun speckled splendour;
Skin on skin in moss and leaves,
Heart to heart and swapping breath for sighs
alive in the hour;
Storm clouds mask the horizon
but you'll be there
and the world will be lost.

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