May Bluebells
Could I catch the scent of bluebells
And set it free to bring
The ghosts of long-dead aunts to me
And picnics in the spring
Would I uncork their fragrance
In the heat of August's blaze
To help me find my path again
To faded childhood days
And as the wind whips autumn leaves
Or snowflakes gently fall
Should I dare to ask the bluebells
To pander to my call?
For they belong in fairy woods
So legion, wild and still
In untamed banks of silent blue
And May's damp earthy chill
And butterflies of memories
That visit with the scent
To flit beloved cross the heart
Like them - for May - were meant
