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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

For Marta

On tentative wings 

our fragile-flight of kindness 

encircling the earth 

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And do you still sit,

one hand clasped around your knee,

on the floor, as I do?