Summer's Open Door

Poem By steven turner

Bluebells flood the forest floor
The first great taste of summer's lure
Tinkling bells tantalise the ground
Shimmering violets ripple and resound
In a forest glade where light meets shade
And senses roar
The tall trees stretch and yawn, reborn
Then turn their eager faces
To summer's open door.

Comments about Summer's Open Door

Excellent portrayal of the beautiful nature where 'Bluebells flood the forest floor.... Shimmering violets ripple and resound. The season's charm comes alive. Thanks.

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