Young at heart 💙

Bluebells in the woods.

 

At Scammonden water

 

Something there is that doesn’t love bluebells in a wood!

 

Huddersfield

 

West Yorkshire

 

 

FLOWER - GATHERING

 

Robert Frost

 

 

I left you in the morning,

And in the morning glow,

You walked a way beside me

To make me sad to go.

Do you know me in the gloaming,

Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?

Are you dumb because you know me not,

Or dumb because you know?

 

All for me? And not a question

For the faded flowers gay

That could take me from beside you

For the ages of a day?

They are yours, and be the measure

Of their worth for you to treasure,

The measure of the little while

That I’ve been long away.

Done