Weigela trembles,
nonchalently a goldfinch-
a startle of colour
Helen...
Thin grey dawn breaking,
Stillness in the leaves and stones,
This new day opens.
Kit...
Mist muffles the tops
of the fells - creeps stealthily
down into their folds
Beverley...
A wash of bird trills spreads through the bare trees and over the field space. Starlings have gathered.
Jane...
A white owl soaring
Drops low over rough grasses,
Hides when it sees me.
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