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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