Ashridge

A bluebell or two

are now coming through

first of the bunch

Cutting the mustard

dandelions clustered

an ocean of golden

Enticing the sun

at the road edge they peacefully

appreciate Bee’s

the great pollination

so bound to please

ashridge resplendent

gorse  of the pea family

bursting with light

tasting  it’s floweriness

and it’s pure might

a sweet ripened flavour

strong in a way

it gets to one’s  spirit

where our tastebuds can play

a taste of delight

with a heady perfume

a coconut vista

It explodes where there’s gloom

beware not too much Dears

or you might feel feint

It is l. The old blogger

Good Friday