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The village smells of lilac
As a soft wind carries the scent
In its hair-flicking arms.

It is summer.

Butterfly-dancing days,
Warm as a ginger, army blanket,
Covering the tree-lined lanes
In a distorted haze of heat.

The churchyard, dressed in flowers,
Plays host to religious bees
As they buzz, stop, eat and fly
In honey,coated flutters.

How lazy the river flows
As if, it had nowhere to go,
Here, I wonder, if that floating leaf
Will ever see the sea.

The open windows of cottages,
Let this season have its way
As it wanders through halls and rooms
Like a warm, welcome ghost.

Can you feel this day in Eden?
No twirling smoke from chimneys now.
Winter lies white in old memories.

Walk with me Eve...

It is time to play.

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