A Passing

[R.C. KITCHENS]

It carried scent of ferns, unfurled a smell
of loose barked silver birch and stretching oaks.
I agree, The "it" should be more implied.
Then dallied by the poplar's narrow strokes
and wooed a hermit thrush that trilled along
on branch; its spotted breast so proud in song.
The parted bluebells swayed, within the glade
as chorused foxglove sang aloud in shade,
the mottled woodland wrapped me in its spell.

The years, like winds of old have bled away
instead of "bled away" you could use "vanished" or "disappeared" also what Tectak suggested in "blown away"
and with them flew the softness of the trees.
now terracotta houses rise like sails.
and sewerage pipes are threaded through the brae.
No more the wooded hills, no more the breeze.I get what your implying here, the houses have taken the breeze.
No more summer's dell, no more the vales.

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i pronounce sewerage as sew ridge

I like it very well, well written.