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Lines from Sedlescombe

To the east a leafing oak glows pale yellow in the April sunshine, Caught in relief against a dark grey cloud With two windflung crows sailing above the tree. A week of frost has gone: a whirl of sleety rain keeps me indoors. Can I write backwards?  Rewilding the present? I went to Columbine Path to photograph the fragility of Prunus subhirtella autumnalis, the 'autumn' flowering cherry, jugatsu-zakura, that has suckered out of a nearby garden.  Unphased by frost and lovely with its long trails of branches blossomed with a dainty snow of flowers. On Tuesday the first wood anemones marked the ground with stray white buttons Great tits zipping in the trees defied one another and a buzzard complained high above Hurst House. Honeysuckle leaves mined to total whiteness, ash trees spotted like snakes with liverwort and lichen. Bluebells making green lawns of leaves under the hornbeams in Killingan Wood. Afterwards I fell over while washing mud off my boots. A slow totter b