trees

Return to the fens

lowering skies through the trees

I know it will be one of those cold, clear nights. Crystalline.

 

foxglove frosted

Beneath, a plant with wide, awkward leaves – probably a weed – looks like folds of lace over silk.

 

budleia in the snow

…hinting only faintly of mauve beneath the silver and white where, earlier today, they were imperial purple: a wine-dark colour thick and heavy enough to drown in.

 

winter trees

The bare tree branches spike upwards like long black thorns. The clouds rip and tear themselves ragged as they force themselves on: rank upon rank of tattered monsters hunting each other across the sky.

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