With blossom hailstorm,
myrtles drift the pathway white.
Playing at winter.
(27/07/18)
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Butchery on the hillside, but there will be compensation in time…
The forest clear-cut.
Next year will be foxglove time.
Purple period.
(20/07/18)
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A respite, almost welcome, if it weren’t for the fear of never seeing the sun again…
Cool breeze sighs relief.
Soft rain sponges the parched land.
The Earth is drinking.
(13/07/18)
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Endless days of hot, dry, wonderful summer…
Branches hang, listless;
a butterfly fans itself.
The day lies, panting.
(06/07/18)