I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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25 June 2016


The afternoon wind
is loud and busy
rushing everywhere
whooshing and clattering.
Birds nervously shriek
and my cat runs in to tell me
it’s different today, out there.

A playful wind, yes,
but there’s an edge – 
a touch of bombast.
All night our cosy house
feels suddenly less secure.
Next morning I find fallen branches
blown right across my lawn.

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