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.

72 micro-seasons...72

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