visiting Romers Wood, Bockleton

Breeze-blown ripples on a barley field,
feathers waving, weaving: golden yield;
whispy clouds across the vast domed sky,
dips and dells and hilly swells nearby.

And here, an ancient woodland pocket hides –
summer bramble, nettles clog some rides;
a dazzling view awaiting at the end –
valley cleft of grassy meadow-land;
then back along a green-roofed corridor –
fruited bluebells, seedlings, saplings,
flowers – scattered on the growing floor,
with leaves of different shape and texture,
– focus camera, new ones capture
to later search enlightenment
– identifying brings excitement:
… I think that is enchanter’s nightshade …
would those blue flowers be ‘skullcap’ in that glade … ?