72 micro-seasons 55

Janey ...

Sunny Sunday dogs,

the tide's receding treasure

to be discovered

Helen...

Spiders working hard:

Thick halloween webs along half a mile of fence.

72 micro-seasons 54...

Janey ...

Winter-sun blind,

I

negotiate the way

with

hope and gratitude

Helen...

Fallen maple leaves.

Thousands of tiny gold hands 

applaud November

72 micro-seasons 53

Helen...

 Blencathra. Morning’s

Woolly clouds pulled down over 

Your Saddleback ears.

Janey ...

A beauteous day -

'travel forth without my cloak'

still seems unwise though 😊

72 micro-seasons 52

Janey...

On these wildest days

the summer calm seems a dream,

the longing for rain...

Helen...

Damp shoes, creeping cold,

Sky heavy and white with rain,

Rinsing coloured leaves.

72 micro-seasons 51

Janey...

The dry ditch awakes

as lonely puddles lengthen,

reflecting

shadows

(from Alistair 😊)

Helen...

First frosts of autumn 

Come gently, silvering grass,

Sharpening blue air.

72 micro-seasons 50

Janey...

A friendship restored,

misunderstandings redeemed - 

suddenly sunshine 💛

Helen...

Riverside cafe:

People talk, drink coffee while

The leaves are turning.

72 micro-seasons 49

Janey...

Icy north winds

give way to wild westerlies -

Oh, 

Aberystwyth 💙

Helen...

Caught between seasons

Sun still warm on our backs but

Wind whispers of cold.