An Ode to My Winter’s Bluebells

Keep blooming, my everlasting love, my Bluebells.

O’ cold north wind, thou blew in gusting thru winter’s breath

Whosever thought you’re a malison

Driven by insanity to ruin the joy drift

Till the trees frost upon

Yet he brought those Bluebells’ seeds

Spun around in the wind

Sown seeds in the flowers field

Hoping it’ll stay, fluorescence

Perchance you’re the miracle for a man

Bewitched by your existence

Enraptured at the first glance

Trapped in your magnificent

Thus, I’ll love you till the bluebells forget to bloom

Nightingale stop singing

The slayer seized his doom

And bees won’t buzz in sync,

to the end of eternity.

Sincerely yours, Kevander H.