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Janey...

April 

An icy blast reminds the shivering lilac buds

Helen...

Suddenly - hedges

brindled brown and green. Blackthorn

a scatter of white.

Beverley...

Cow Parsley bonnets have pushed their way up fearlessly through new nettles and are bobbing in the wind.

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Janey

Ferns unfurling in the chancey slant of sunlight, storm-petals clog the drains

Helen

Roads are dark slicks of river under sullen sky.

Beverley 

Three bare patches in the field spring to life: hares cavorting among the wheat shoots.

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Janey...

Stonechat,

the first of the year,

its voice like white pebbles in my pocket

Beverley...

The never-ending wind blows the skylarks from view but the fields remain awash with their song.

Helen...

Warm winds, infant seedlings. Tips on my acers like hundreds of tiny hands.

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Janey

Nant yr Arian...

Silence -

only the kite hangs watchful in the silver-blue sky

Helen

Easter sun slanting

through branches still mainly bare -

sharp shadows appear.

Beverley

Not even the daisies over first mown grass will open their faces to this grey day.

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Janey -

Because the rain

Soft on my eyelids

and because the sun, because

the sun...

Beverley -

It’s not a drop of blood from my thumb rather a jewel bright ladybird on the greening that sways around my feet.

Helen -

Birdsong trailing like ribbons

from robin and thrush

larking about in spring skies.

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Janey

Tiny emerald buds of hawthorn leaves, today.

And a skylark. Oh, the skylark!

Helen

Sharp blades to snip and tame tree peonies on a warm brick wall. Fuzzy buds are full of the promise of colour.

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Janey 

pale green leaves of spring emerging

Helen

Rakes and barrows and a morning’s work clearing winter’s fallen twigs in the churchyard.