Broken syringes

Wreak of Afghani fields

Creation is lost

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Four moons in the west

The eagle and the huntress

Prepare for battle

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Hard stone, Pennine grit

Earth gives up its solid past

Old feet passed this way

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Bland clouds carry rains

Finger bone tree holds no leaves

A storm closes in

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Eastern hill sun rise

Two lonely pylons stand still

The day has begun

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Paved track cuts damp peat

Across a wild open moor

Leading to the coast

 —

Granite guardian

Marking the passage of ships

Against the sea's rage

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Death in the sunshine

A pristine white wall bloodied

And it still goes on

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Back garden feeder

Inundated by dunnocks

Wildlife is real life

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Full moon, misted air

Barn owls call, barn owls respond

On a silent night

 —

Dark storm clouds threaten

Coble on a wrecking sea

Gulls circle, restless

 —

Through a glass window

Goldfinch, blackbird and sparrow

Witter endlessly

 —

White spottings of snow

Drifting in a hard cold wind

Across a wild moor

 —

Walking through spring trees

Moonset over the north lands

Searching for the day

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Unblemished smooth sand

Footprints written yesterday

Gone to meet the past

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Wind drifts on the Ouse

Sun shines on the nest making

Songs float on the air

 —

Voices dance in threes

Passers by pass on by

A waltz in two four

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Five sentinels stand

Observing time's passage

Waiting for the sun

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Giants whirl their arms

Taking goodness from the air

Feathers from the wind

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In fields of rapeseed

She lies in her nakedness

Awaiting the end