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
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