72 micro-seasons 3

Janey...

A bitter east wind

and we huddle, homeward-bound -

daffodils shiver

Beverley...

Skylark song threads catch

Invisible wrens inside

Winter-worn hedges

Helen...

Pausing, we look down:

Sunlight on blankets of fields,

Clatter of horse hooves.

Jane...

Huddling in my house,

White stillness all around me

I wake to low sky.

72 micro-seasons 2...

Janey...

Peering from the sedge,

today's tiny offering -

my wondering gaze

Helen...

Dusky hellebore

nodding encouragingly -

Spring is on her way.

Beverley...

Snowdrops around graves

Light the way for spirits

Among quiet yews

72 micro-seasons year 2:1

Janey...

Braving the cold breeze

the earliest daffodil

strikes a yellow pose

Helen...

Grey road through beech woods

brightened by the sudden sight

of two deer leaping.

Jane...

Five frosty deer graze.

In silent golden fields they feed,

As yet protected.

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Janey...

'Aspen tremulens',

waiting summer's whisp'ring leaves -

the shivering tree

Helen...

I hold this moment:

Morning sky, pencil drawn leaves,

Save it for later.

Jane...

Setting sun's last glow

Sets hedgerow on fire, rose-gold

And incandescent.

Kit...

Sunset smacks the barn

hard on its west cheek, sullen

grey quick-turns fierce gold

Beverley...

incessant soft rain

muddy puddles and car spray

glitter on glasses

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Janey...

Lichen takes pity -

blackthorn branches clothed in green...

summer finery

Helen...

A wolf wind howling,

Steam writhing like a dervish 

From next-door’s boiler.

Beverley...

At the edges of the storm, the cloud cover is stripped away and acres of sunlight floods over the fields.

Jane...

Queen of winds blows in,

Makes trees dance and air whistle.

We are in our place.

Kit...

hailstones whip the skin 

leaves spin, send dogs' tails spinning

ears flip inside out

72 micro-seasons...70

Janey...

Weigela trembles,

nonchalently a goldfinch-

a startle of colour

Helen...

Thin grey dawn breaking,

Stillness in the leaves and stones,

This new day opens.

Kit...

Mist muffles the tops

of the fells - creeps stealthily 

down into their folds

Beverley...

A wash of bird trills spreads through the bare trees and over the field space. Starlings have gathered.

Jane...

A white owl soaring

Drops low over rough grasses,

Hides when it sees me.

72 micro-seasons 69

Janey...

From my attic -

Somewhere behind the grey - slate, sea, sky - the full wolf-moon is setting

Jane...

Snow melt churns dark peat.

Cascading torrents of brown 

swirl and thunder down.

Kit...

A Pomegranate 

sunset spills into the west,

owls alleluia