Janey...
A bitter east wind
and we huddle, homeward-bound -
daffodils shiver
Beverley...
Skylark song threads catch
Invisible wrens inside
Winter-worn hedges
Helen...
Pausing, we look down:
Sunlight on blankets of fields,
Clatter of horse hooves.
Jane...
Huddling in my house,
White stillness all around me
I wake to low sky.
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