Yesterday was like midsummer - I walked through Nansidwell down to the beach where people were in swimsuits, picnicking. The woods are coming alive - wild garlic, celandines, the first bluebells, birds busy nesting. This morning, thick mist so that the sea is invisible.
Mist
As the mist outside
hides the boats, the sea, the sun
my mind clears -
April's here, something's begun.
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