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Janey ...

Bright the horizon,

storm-clouds chase across the sky -

sunglasses, cagoule...

Helen 

Everything is full,

Beds of blue geranium 

Spilling onto grass.

72 micro-seasons 24...

Janey 

And somehow the air,

now the heat has left the land,

holds a different light

Helen

The house flies are back

They are ever cleverer

At avoiding traps

72 micro-seasons 23...

Janey 

Only my footsteps 

and the early-day birdsong.

I become silence

Helen  

Late May: churchyard limes,

Luminous leaves spilling green

Light into clear air.

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Helen...

 Four candles, you say?

I’ll show you a horse chestnut

Bearing four hundred.

Janey...

The sweetness of May

upended in a poppy - 

nectar-buzzing bee

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Janey...

Streamers of mauve -

wisteria, suddenly,

in a neighbour's birch

Helen ...

One minute, black skies

hurl icy spears of hard hail,

then sudden sunshine.

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Janey...

Petrichor, the scent -

unexpected and welcome -

of rain on parched earth

Helen...

We’ve lowered a fence,

And now, beyond, fields, a tree

Framed by dark lilac.

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Janey ...

And in the meadow 

an orange-tip whispers by

unconcernedly

Helen...

It’s a cliche but

There is a riot out there!

Purples, blues, pale greens.