Our resident ninevoices’ poet, Jane, is penning a new poem – and has generously agreed to share her first six lines with us:
Brazen sunlight lances leaden skies
defying the death of summer
and from the wind-ripped trees, leaves
waft down in a whirl of withering flakes
piling in a rustling heap like rusting confetti
on the green damp ground.
Remember, you read it here first!