Ankle-deep,he waded through the bluebells.
His spirit rose and exulted as he breathed in the sun-drenched air.
The glorious day was in its last decline.
Long shadows lay on the sward
and from above the leaves dripped their shimmering drops of gold-green light.
Moths and butterflies swarmed in merry hosts,
flitting here,glimmering there.
But hush.Could that be a deer?
The trees reared in mighty columns,
their tops still radiant
in sunlight which spilling downward through the wealth of leaves,
dissolved at last in the darkness of the mossy earth.
Their color slowly faded from out of the flowers,
but their scent lingered to honey the air he breathed.