winter wind in May
leaches away warmth
like cancer
in this green hilly park
with figure eight path
lined luminary
white messages
of love and remembrance
we in our layered lined
coats and hoods
defy this wind
and walk the path
the journey
of survivors
and supporters
carrying blue baton in gloved hands
lighting fires in
cauldrons of care
beacons of warmth
in hearts that
keep beating
pumping
hope
out to buffeted hills
winter wind in May
makes faces ruddy but
we smile
and face these
hills and
walk this path
together
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