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.

72 micro-seasons 19

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.