As ever, on the silent fields,
wind whipped across the fresh-mowed grass.
The grateful turbine blades were whizzing,
whirring
frantic hedge fronds
waving
as I peered across the waiting dale.
They laughed at sunshine
sneaking through the roof,
seeking out the shadows,
winding
itself around the quiet
of the corners,
while the clatter of a flap,
the thump of something
tumbling
and the rocking like a ship at sea
sent shivers down my spine.
the rolling storm clouds gathered
like an army on the hills,
preparing to attack.
En garde, pale summer skies,
the duel begins.
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