72 micro-seasons...17

Janey...

A thing of beauty

arriving from a stranger

unexpectedly...

Helen...

Todays companions:

Speedwell, Blackthorn’s tiny stars,

Campion, bluebells.

Kit...

Fields under plastic -

Seen from afar, as rivers

as lakes, as wide seas

Beverley...

Tides of new leaf rise,

Flood the roadsides in high waves;

Cow parsley foaming

72 micro-seasons 16

Janey...

Life, death and fresh growth -

we are but this moment, fleet,

blossom in the air

Helen...

Capricious April:

First, sun like a dentist’s lamp,

Now grey skies and rain.

Kit...

Joy! A wayside clump

of double-yolk daffies sway

in the chill north wind.

Beverley...

Short stemmed dandelions

Strewn across the rutted tracks

Pheasant croaks, dove coos.

72 micro-seasons 15...

Janey

Rainy days return,

my heart, like the horizon

tender and easy

Helen

This cool grey green light

softens the colours and scents

of Spring. I breathe in.

Beverley 

After the yellows

Wisteria and lilacs

Lie soft on the eye

Kit

And then came the rain

with the wind and the cherry 

blossom stood no chance

72 micro-seasons 14

Janey...

Hope, like gratitude,

taking flight amid the green,

blossom falls like snow

Kit...

Cock pheasant pursues

hapless pair of hens, eager

to find his plus-one

Helen...

But out in the fields,

Lamb bounces up to pheasant 

Wanting him to play.

Beverley...

Wind over blue green

waves of rippling wheat shoots

Sunlit crests sparkle

72 micro-seasons 13...

Janey...

Silence but the wind

and the skylark in the blue -

this paradise land

Kit...

Mischievous Helm wind

upends bins, sends a chill, burns

the daffodil's frills

Helen...

Emptying the ash

In whirling windy sunshine - 

An April error.

72 micro-seasons 12...

Janey...

Early morning sky -

and, leaving reluctantly,

the new crescent moon 🌙

Kit...

Clocks change and the days

skip into a new chapter,

bookended by light

Helen...

All of a sudden 

Warm winds caress high branches,

Leaves start to uncurl.

Beverley...

Unnamed bird bounces

Up from the rough field into

the glance of the sun

Jane...

Orange light through twigs

And in the conservatory

With promise of warmth.