Waves Wind whipped waves’Voices racing to shore,Curling white crescendosCrashing 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 onAs roadside floral darkens.Needed fodder bound no more,Grown chicks too swiftly flown.
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