Bluebell Forest

A field of purple-blue,

walking along with you.

The Spring sunshine

warms my tired skin.

The lavender landscape

stretches out as far

as the eye can see.

And beyond.

The smell of fresh air

mixed with flowers and grass,

fills our wintered lungs

and strokes our cheeks.

This forest of bluebells

is almost magical.

The way they sway

in the calming breeze.

Totton

There once was a town called Totton

All the residents thought it was rotten

I escaped this grim place

With a big smile on my face

Hoping I wouldn’t be forgotten.

Driving Over Pinecones

The sun peeks out from behind the clouds

as we drive over pinecones,

and the car’s wheels hop

over every crackling one.

My brain is broken

but the world still spins,

the scars stain my flesh

as I remember my sins.

The music plays on the radio

as I try to focus on the view,

but it seems so pointless

when all I can think of is you.

The smell of forest and leafy undergrowth

awakens my senses and feelings,

a calmness washes over my body

and something in me starts healing.