72 micro-seasons 63

Janey ...

Drifting white today

snowflakes in the cold north wind 

all my feathers fall

Helen  

Christmas tree is up!

Suddenly, bright blossoming 

of electric blooms.

72 micro-seasons 62

Janey...

Tawny toadstools and,

like cultivated mushrooms,

golf balls in the grass

Helen...

Streaks of sunset clouds

Make the bones of a huge wing.

I think of angels.

72 micro-seasons 61

Janey...

Keeping half an eye,

pale the sky, over the sea -

waning gibbous moon

Helen...

Nonchalant, as if

He’d not been absent for days,

Sun, sloping about.

72 micro-seasons 60

Janey...

A rosy sunrise

sky, clouds and sea all suffused

with new-day promise

Helen ...

And at last, the stars!

Pinpricks of hope in clear nights,

Moon, swelling, smiling.

72 micro-seasons 59

Janey ...

Today a chill wind,

but nevertheless the sun

and the salt-fresh air

Helen...

 Dark, mean, sodden winds

Spin me like dirty washing,

Douse me with hard rain.