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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

72 micro-seasons 43

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

72 micro-seasons 42

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.

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Janey...

Dawn, sunlight glimpsing,

a feather-gold reflection,

flick'ring candle-flame

Helen...

Truck ahead! Straw bales

Stacked so high they sway, smash trees.

Wet branches rain down.

Beverley...

Among the dark green

Crispy gold sycamore seeds

Ready to take flight

Kit...

Butterflies feed on

the last of hedgerow brambles -

perched on prayerful wings