Monday, 30 March 2026

72 micro-seasons 11...

Janey ...
After the wild wind and rain,
calm.
My battered garden.

Helen...
Frost sparkling in early sunshine, lambs bouncing about, birds squabbling.
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  1. Author Freya Pickard30 March 2026 at 22:50

    Your verse, Janey, reflects my garden too. I love the busyness in Helen's words too.

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