St. Colman's Well
yellow buttercups, purple Bloody Cranesbill petals,
veins seemingly painted on,
growing out of the moss-covered rock.
Dandelions turn from yellow to white
and St. Colman's well gurgles a backbeat.
A huge round bee dartles a flower
and gnats float past my eyes.
I am in a primeval forest,
intruder to organic life,
ecological Garden of Eden,
The butterfly beckons then disappears in the white blue sky, then returns and circles me sun-wise.
Tiny-fingered ferns blow in the breeze
and white milky cocoons rest gently in their leafy nests.
Gift of timelessness and buzzing bees,
warm sun on my skin.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019