Haiku for the turning of the seasons...

Not feeling my age -

strolling home with half a tree

tucked under my arm

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Janey...

Sunlit inland hills,

above the sullen horizon

indigo storms wait

Kit...

Dripping woods at dusk -

pheasants bicker like rusty 

engines on the blink

Helen...

Pumpkins ripening

On windowsills - a sudden

Sharpness in the air.

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Janey...

Autumn afternoon 

woodsmoke hanging in the air,

featherlight scented

Helen...

Soft, calm, coloured days,

Barely a whisper of wind,

Gold leaves like dropped coins.

Kit...

One of those windy

autumn eves when branches squeak

and leaves shiver down

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Janey...

Steadying breath now

as autumn blues are threatening -

springtime WILL return

Helen...

Ah but these colours!

Leaves blaze like fiery beacons

In a last hurrah.

Kit...

Fell high day, so still

you can hear, far off, mournful

cows cleaved from their calves

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Janey...

Chatting with robins,

I try to answer their speech -

corvids caw and croak

Helen...

Harvest moon rising,

A huge silver dinner plate

Or is it her face?

Kit...

The river returns 

to calm after the hurling

of wild wind and rain

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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.