Friday, 28 February 2025

72 micro-seasons 5

Janey...
Pink and silver sky - 
echoes of the morning sun 
in the sea today

Jane...
Golden afternoon 
In the forest in a dream
The lake at my side.

Helen...
My dusktime blackbird,
Nervous roof-hopper, singing
Strange wild songs. Light fades.

Beverley...
Hatless, gloveless walk
No need to shoulder the wind 
Warm light seeps through cloud

Sunday, 23 February 2025

72 micro-seasons 4...

Janey...
Lemon sky today - 
Oh my heart, the first skylark 
somewhere in the blue

Helen...
Sharp knife blades of wind
Give way to softer weather -
Calm rain falls gently.

Jane...
Navy and azure 
Morning clouds cover the sky.
My train hurtles on.

Beverley...
Yews blowing softly
Centuries of memories
Easterly gusts gone

Tuesday, 18 February 2025

72 micro-seasons 3

Janey...
A bitter east wind
and we huddle, homeward-bound -
daffodils shiver

Beverley...
Skylark song threads catch
Invisible wrens inside
Winter-worn hedges

Helen...
Pausing, we look down:
Sunlight on blankets of fields,
Clatter of horse hooves.

Jane...
Huddling in my house,
White stillness all around me
I wake to low sky.

Thursday, 13 February 2025

72 micro-seasons 2...

Janey...
Peering from the sedge,
today's tiny offering -
my wondering gaze

Helen...
Dusky hellebore
nodding encouragingly -
Spring is on her way.

Beverley...
Snowdrops around graves
Light the way for spirits
Among quiet yews

Saturday, 8 February 2025

72 micro-seasons year 2:1

Janey...
Braving the cold breeze
the earliest daffodil
strikes a yellow pose

Helen...
Grey road through beech woods
brightened by the sudden sight
of two deer leaping.

Jane...
Five frosty deer graze.
In silent golden fields they feed,
As yet protected.

Sunday, 2 February 2025

72 micro-seasons...72

Janey...
'Aspen tremulens',
waiting summer's whisp'ring leaves -
the shivering tree

Helen...
I hold this moment:
Morning sky, pencil drawn leaves,
Save it for later.

Jane...
Setting sun's last glow
Sets hedgerow on fire, rose-gold
And incandescent.

Kit...
Sunset smacks the barn
hard on its west cheek, sullen
grey quick-turns fierce gold

Beverley...
incessant soft rain
muddy puddles and car spray
glitter on glasses