Janey...
Tendrils of mist finger their way stealthily over the cliffs
Beverley ...
A bank of vermillion rose hips, scarlet berries on hawthorn, and a profusion of purple sloes.
Helen...
Swallows skittering,
A chill in the morning air,
Fat plums ripening.
Jane...
Early nightfall on a grey day calls to the coming Equinox.
Kit...
Early morning, Coombes Wood, a ghost basket of gossamer thread stretches on pins of gorse
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