Matt Spittles

Matthew has written since an early age and recently published ‘Beginnings’, a collection of his more recent poetry. Drawing inspiration from the countryside
his work explores the wildlife and wonders of the natural world. Matthew moved to Lincolnshire eight years ago and attends writing groups in Sleaford, Lincoln and Stamford. He also qualified as a Hill & Moorland Leader earlier this year.

Early Winter Walk

November tugs at her roots,
the trees anxious,
wind-roar in the pylons,
leaves, puddle-mushed
 
Where the fields,
straddle the horizon
their rutted show scars,
war-wounds of the harvest.
 
Crows ride the gusts,
drifting, tumbling,
like flotsam
against a racing sky.
 
Gathered at the roadside,
curled up behind hedges,
the red brick cottages
glow, softly,
 
Behind closed eyes.

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