April 2

TUESDAY 2

Albert was seven
when they died. Clara’s age has
worn from their shared stone.

WEDNESDAY 3

Constance Perris left
this seat for those for whom the
hill is long and steep.

THURSDAY 4

A man shouts, ‘Hello,’
over a fence. A woman
goes past with tulips.

FRIDAY 5

Now the rain has stopped
the rasp is everywhere of
people mowing lawns.

SATURDAY 6

A veined heart heavy
with gilt, on a chain by a
tiny golden brain.

SUNDAY 7

Rivers of snow on
hills by the slate quarry, sheep
climbing up the grass.

MONDAY 8

Hands of infant leaves
and the earliest spikes
on the horse chestnuts.