April 2

SATURDAY 4 20

A bumblebee, the
first of the year, hovers an
inch above the grass.

SUNDAY 5 20

The birch must smell of
the breeze that ruffles its leaves,
the newness of spring.

MONDAY 6 20

Bluebells flowering in
the borders, ultramarine,
on fleshy greenness.

TUESDAY 7 20

Social distancing,
two magpies promenade, two
feet of space between.

WEDNESDAY 8 20

Saw-toothed leaves, shaggy
petals of a dandelion
pushing through dead leaves.

THURSDAY 9 20

More blue, forget-me-
nots, round the edge of a lawn
that harbours daisies

FRIDAY 10 20

A bird sings outside
until a helicopter
chases it away.