Waves
Wind whipped waves’
Voices racing to shore,
Curling white crescendos
Crashing to a quietening death.
Single Tracking
Clover pink and campion flowering,
Hedgerows bordering learside roads.
Spring hay, captured, sweetly fermenting,
Black drums mollassing in summer heat.
Swooping larkwings celebrating,
Nested, each in joyful pairing.
This season soon will cycle on
As roadside floral darkens.
Needed fodder bound no more,
Grown chicks too swiftly flown.
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