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Janey...

Grey October day,

only the seagulls swoop and call,

and then rain stops play

Helen...

A strange few minutes:

Gold storm-light, like I’m wearing 

Yellow sunglasses.

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Janey...

A long walk, I'm met

by a bag of ripe russets -

a neighbour's kind tree

Helen...

Spiderweb mornings,

Sunlight slopes through birch branches,

Shadows on the wall.

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Janey...

But spilling sunlight 

pours gold across the clifftop -

my unwary heart

Kit...

Condensation makes

maps on morning window panes -

shifting continents

Helen...

Autumn everywhere,

Forth Crossing a huge cobweb,

Nightfall, leaves dropping.

Beverley...

Pumpkin promises

Of spiced soup and crusty bread

Crack the grey morning

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Janey...

Autumn finery -

rosehips wear raindrops as jewels,

sparkling diamonds

Kit...

A pair of wagtails 

have come to stay, skittering

closer every day

Helen...

Glitter of water,

harboured sailboats, wind buffets

Eastward out to sea

Beverley...

Rushing, scooting clouds

Bursts of sun; birds careering

We push through the wind

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Janey...

Thunder rolling in,

chasing clouds across the sky -

earth holding its breath

Helen...

Reservoir bubbling

Like a cauldron. Gangs of geese

Cackling and gabbling.

Kit...

Still miles from home when

the rain comes, fierce as a scold -

the road back, a river.

Beverley...

Blowing with intent

Garden chairs in disarray

Sunshine in glimpses

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Janey...

My September list -

gather armfuls of the sky, 

make indigo ink

Helen...

Extravagant fruit:

Comedy festooned berries

Dripping off bent boughs.

Beverley...

A bag of red beads

Has burst over the hawthorn

Bouncing in high winds

Kit...

Caught in a sprinkle

mid rainbow and cloud - the sun's

opened her paintbox

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Janey...

Thistles in the field,

newly-green on our wet feet 

 - white dog running free

Beverley...

Bullrush spears in rows;

At the threshold of Faerie 

The gnome guard stand down

Kit...

Bumper crop of figs

Cumbria not Umbria

Climate change afoot

Helen...

Grey white clouds, but bright,

Send light glinting through rain drops

Clinging to the boughs.