Bluebells

Look at us

Inspecting these gadgets

Like curious children

What hum will these fine Japanese metal

Instruments sing

Can we laugh in Symphony

At spry oaks in a grey funk

A wood of bonsai

Badgers burbling through forest acre

Trudging with gaits of Satyr

We were told this and that…

…Who knew Hazel could be used for fences

Harmony of the Mother, Upcycling itself

…And watch out for the Thorns

Or else you'll throb

…And watch out for Icarus’s nemesis

Or else you'll burn

…And watch out for the mosquitoes

Or else you'll scratch

…And make sure you only cut down holly, oh golly

…And make sure you don't let branches fall on your head, oh golly oh golly

So we culled holly

With hunger like

Shetland cows gorging on overgrown grass

We learned about a new AI that's not ChatGPT

and spent a day living free

As the prancing orange foxes

Our hive ate cake and tea luncheon and loosened

Basked like legless lizards

Hiding in the corrugated shade

We move and move

but the Mother is so still

Monotonous tone buzzing through

Cutting like fat bumblebee wings slice air

Her conversation calming, imprinting, tattooing

This is me, this is you

A community, drawn together

Like moths at a campfire

Flaming conversations

About knee joint health

About tomato Gose

About canal boats and mountain climbers

What sport would you pick to be great in?

How did you get into triathlons?

You know a friend that collects bats?! (Yes, really!)

Wiping drenched salty brows

Look, look at what we did

A clearing in physical space

And mental

How spiritual nature can be

Heavens do not spite us

Sometimes conserving means destroying

All for the sake of bluebells dancing 

Salsateca in springtime