A blackbird on the path eating wild cherries
A turbine on the hilltop, holding its arms out to the wind.
Nazgul cloud-shadows flying across the fields.
Red poppies and yellow cat’s ear. Lollipop colours.
Wafts of heavenly honeysuckle, and of the sea.
Heavy-bellied clouds waiting on the horizon.
A sudden silence.
Then the twittering of a million birds just out of earshot.
The dog’s tail, all I can see of her, a white pennant waving through the long grass.
Happiness arriving for no reason. Yesterday, hanging out the washing. Now, sitting under a tree.
A bubbling in the throat.
An almost-laugh.
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