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Janey...

Frozen rivulets - 

the sound of running water

silenced this cold dawn

Kit...

Dusk, and I'm out watching the huge ping-pong moon pull up the first of the evening stars as she rises into the chill dark blue

Beverley...

Hoar frost as far as the flat fields stretch. Windless space.

Angie...

World is sprinkled white

Frozen in animation

Sun melts bitter heart

Helen...

Sky seems full of ice

Sun slants, and look! A barn owl

Perched unsteadily.

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Janey

Icy north wind, white

snow on the distant mountains My gaze turns seaward

Helen...

Three fat birds scrabbling

for scraps on snowy cobbles.

Hunger drives them down.

Kit...

Birdfoot tracks - twig moulds - in the frost-whiskered snow, this bright morning

Beverley...

The crunch of boots and paws over frosty grass and leaf fall.

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Janey...

Early quince blossom in my neighbour's hedge, already the promise of my autumnal jellies

Kit...

The Eden is a murky torrent for our first swim of the new year. We hug the bank as woody debris hurtles past in the fast lane ...

Jane...

Thick cold droplets fall on birches above the river.

Helen...

Streaky sunlight gives way to sleet - wind lifts brown river water and makes back-to-front waves.

Beverley...

The sky in an accelerated rush to outrun the whiplashing rain.