What measurement would I give this carpet?

What measurement would I give this carpet so enormous,

Dotted with a display of white, delicate florets?

It covers a wooded bank by the River Beane—

Its spectacle accompanied by a chorus of birdsong.

Occasionally, the flutter of wings crosses my gaze.

In the distance, a display of bluebells competes for space,

Now having lost their luster and shine.

I remain quiet in my thoughts,

Yesterday’s nightmare pushed behind me,

As I make room for a brand new day.

Across the footpath, a man and a woman take a walk,

Their black Labrador close behind.

Soon I lose them in the distance,

And the soundscape enriches me:

Birdsong I can’t identify,

Ducks making their presence known.

Occasionally, the sound of an engine in the sky cuts through,

Competing with the hush of lorries in the landscape far beyond.

I leave the garlicky meadows behind me and follow my path.

I spot the man and woman on a bridge—

Their Labrador has taken a splash in the river,

Now rerouted to avoid the floods of previous years.

We stop to talk and connect,

And wish each other the best of days,

One that has started so magically.

As I leave to further my walk,

I notice, for the first time, that I am alone—

And not with you.

When I return with your company by my side,

I know the carpet of wild garlic shall be gone,

Its spectacle saved for another year.

Today, I shall hold on to the memories it evokes:

The aroma of garlic, some onions, a chopped carrot—

That sustains my memories and my life with you!

Morning after a hard day at work, out in Stapleford Woods, when inspiration arrived and I wrote this poem for you. May 1st 2025

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