Janey...
Dawn, sunlight glimpsing,
a feather-gold reflection,
flick'ring candle-flame
Helen...
Truck ahead! Straw bales
Stacked so high they sway, smash trees.
Wet branches rain down.
Beverley...
Among the dark green
Crispy gold sycamore seeds
Ready to take flight
Kit...
Butterflies feed on
the last of hedgerow brambles -
perched on prayerful wings
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