A forest path that leads down to the beach,
under cobweb-laden branches and through
ankle deep patches of bog and rotting
leaves, that bubble as you sink in and smell
worse than exhausts. Then, you disturb
the wrong branch and an ungodly swarm of blood
thirsty midges descends on you. But soon
We reach a sun drenched clearing, carpeted
by dew soaked grass and royal bluebells, all
standing tall and proud – in full bloom.
Spring winds lead us past wild garlic with
sherry blossom petals floating around
us, darting on currents like hummingbirds.
Eventuall, the path of roots and dirt and moss give way