Janey...
Colour remains in sheltered spots, as autumn leans into winter
Helen...
Night skies glitter and a deadly cold gnaws into my hands and feet. Daylight dazzles white and deepest blue.
Kit...
Redshank and egret lift up from the Solway mudflats -
a low-slung winter sun tips stars over the water
Jane...
The warm wind plays with my hair, teases off my heavy coat. I undo my woollen shawl and watch the ends dance.
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