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Janey...

Housebound today, I

watch the fledglings frenzied feed -

the big, too bright world

Helen...

Rain hammering tiles

So hard that spray makes mist clouds,

And the birds all hide.

Beverley...

Thistles and ragwort

Groundsel, scabious and vetch

Tertiary wisdom

Kit...

Rehoming spindly

carrot thinnings into warm 

dark soil, wet with rain

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Janey

Yet still the skylark,

wind-buffeted in the grey,

singing-in the day

Helen

Wet grass, sultry green,

The lawn a field of clover,

Toadflax, candytuft.

Kit

Kingfisher returns

dazzling us with a fly past

of sapphire and fire

Beverley 

Warm south-westerly

The papery rush of wind 

Through bleached barley fields

untitled...

In an empty room 

his rusted moral compass

havering wildly

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Janey...

Agapanthus now,

indigo evening stillness - 

the longest day ends

Helen...

Deep green fields, grey sky,

Coloured cattle washed by rain,

First day of summer.

Beverley...

Cow parsley seedheads

Toasted, brittle, standing still

Scorched spring memory

Kit...

Solstice thunderstorm

steam rising from the tarmac

struck tree blocks our way

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Janey...

Now the first poppies,

and refugee buddleia 

peer from the hedgerows

Beverley...

There is no hate crime

In the tall waving grasses

Thistles find their place

Helen...

Sultry summer air,

Heat hanging with its tongue out,

The birds know it’s wrong.

Echo

Echo of the past

at the corner of my eye -

a ghostly presence

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Janey...

Wars, rumours of wars -

by firelight I'll watch the moon,

full, above the cliff

Helen...

Garden party guests -

Wine, egg sandwiches, jam scones,

Then walk, enchanted.

Kit...

High above the pike 

skylarks sang full tilt - a sound

that made the moor gleam