Wednesday April 9th
Colours of Spring are
changing
Leaves unfurl, speckles
Vie with the yellow.
Thursday April 10th
Stone, knapped and
placed,
Shaping walls of strength
A jigsaw of skill, like
friendship.
Friday April 11th
The mine is closed now
The road to it a cart
track,
Its traces now grassed.
Saturday April 12th
Bright, hard wastes of
rape,
Softened by the green
fields of wheat,
Landscape’s chequerboard.
Sunday
April 13th Palm Sunday
A single bluebell
Jesus riding to his death,
Above a lark sings.
Monday
April 14th
The dark of the night
Breeds black thoughts, old spectres
rise
Like a Mary Rose.
Tuesday
April 15th
Portsmouth
Stand in stubby majesty
En guard against invasion.
Rusty, in decline
But between towers and spires
on land, masts at sea
they're trusty bulldogs.
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