"Ankle deep, he waded

through the bluebells.
His spirit rose and exalted...
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...
flittering here,

glimmering there.
But, hush.

Could that be a deer?"