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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

72 micro-seasons 21

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.

72 micro-seasons 20

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.

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Janey...

Hawthorn, suddenly 

in bloom and rhododendron's

Manderley blossom

Helen...

Dazzled by sunlight,

Reflections confuse us with

Gold patches on walls.

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Janey Thompson...

First cuckoo flower,

stitchwort, early purple vetch,

blackbird's golden notes

Helen ...

Wisps of high white clouds,

Hardly there in this deep sky.

Warm sun, flowers smile.

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Janey...

The warmth meets my bones,

I, unfurling greet the sun,

colours spill my eyes

Helen...

Blackthorn’s bridal stars

Spill light from dense dark branches,

And the fields are green.