The Bluebell Ambush
Winter chills stubbornly
Whistled around my hood.
I climbed a dark mucky rise and stood
In a clearing where sunlight eased
Down between leaves.
The breeze fell to a near hush
And my eyes waltzed in
The bluebell ambush.
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Photograph taken at Rossmore Forest Park, Monaghan, Ireland