snowy evening
villagers shout at
the fool on a bike

pathless moor
the cackle of grouse
hidden by mist

unlit road
snowdrops hang bright
over the hedgebank

hedge-layer's bonfire
the night has found
its' core of ash

slow thaw
a tractor limes grass
back to white

commuter traffic
a watching fox
shrugs it off

freezing forecast
a snowdrop reminder
there's nothing to fear

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And thanks also to the other ninety-nine of you who take a regular look in this site.

Your interest is appreciated.

Matt

The view from Dylan Thomas's writing shed in Laugharne, Carmarthenshire.

garden centre
new potatoes
under wraps