Janey...
Gutters plashing, furious
streams in spate, high-tide pebbles roiling -
The sound, always, of water in my life
Beverley...
Four muntjacs hold time before running over the track-braided earth, graze a while, and vanish.
Helen...
The storm leaves great drifts of beech leaves in the corners of a courtyard, bright blue sky above.
Kit...
Ever shorter days ...
we swim in the almost-light hugging the bank, the swollen river running
Jane...
Hints of pink crack through grey scudding clouds. My friends the trees appear, looming.
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