Slowly walking through dense grey winter fog emerges like a spectre saturnine-faced Diane Green, school satchel slung loosely over her left shoulder, her pale slim face protruding through the brown-plumed hood of a large black parka.
The early dawn clouds thinly streaked across the dark cold sky in whispers of pink, red and orange. Insects busied themselves amongst the bramble bushes and clusters of trees. Groups of midges illuminated gold by the beams of rising light. Magpies swooped sounding their machinegun clatter.
Flat fallen bed face, Shattering stars reflect the holes in your eyes, Wire-crossed lovers and ephemeral kisses Sign of life sign of the cross lost in sanctity A season in the hollow ground with autumnal wind