Days Passing

These days each day is similar
but I don’t really mind
as there is much to occupy
and fill them all I find
I rise at four when it’s still dark
and spend an hour writing
updating all my poetry blogs
which I find quite exciting
Then weekdays I will work through two
on my window to the world
my laptop there connected
for daily tasks unfurled

Which always leaves me afternoons
when I can have a rest
and do the things I love to do
when days are at their best
Fillings’ not a problem
and I am never bored
for there’s so much to occupy
with all that life has stored
Upstairs I can sit down and play
a game on my Playstation
or in the front room lose myself
in films with fascination

On the middle floor our bedroom
is best for the sunlight
so I might spend some time in there
with books for my delight
And sometimes with some music
I will simply sit and smile
soaking up the sounds
in my best chair for a while
Yes each days these days are similar
but I couldn’t ask for more
as each affords a mystery
of what next waits in store

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Frosted Teazles

The teasels through the fence
had had a frosting overnight
and now in three-tree field
they were caught in pale sunlight
And as the sheep in lower field
paused and looked so I did too
to gaze upon this wonder
well, you would now, wouldn’t you?

For this is winter glory
at its best despite the cold
essential here to capture
so the story can be told
And I trust that you’ll appreciate
both the picture and prose
of the treasure in that moment
in the field there as I froze

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

For bliss

Ice cold here yet beautiful
Jack’s frosted strands they cling
with brittle fronds of loveliness
to cover everything
Too cold to stand here very long
yet there is time for this
rare spectacle of wonder
at this time of year for bliss

©Jemverse

Photo – frosted spider’s web – Jempics

Over Brighton Tonight

A sky atmospheric
over Brighton tonight
met us on the beach
reflecting the light

Spectacular was
the view there that we
had to pause for a while
by the night-blackened sea

To take stock of it all
and to apply a measure
by which we could capture
this wonderful treasure

©Jemverse

Photo – the Brighton night skyline from West Beach, Shoreham – Jempics

With all that you read here

It didn’t trouble Wordsworth
or Longfellow or Dahl
as I’m sure when they were writing
you would never hear a snarl

So I won’t let it trouble me
for there is much in life
to write some joyful lines about
avoiding all the strife

So here to make that very point
though I’ll need to be quite snappy
are several lines to bring a smile
and leave you feeling happy

For that will be my motto
as we enter twenty-one
to by my poet’s gift ensure
each day I bring some fun

And yes I know that out there is
a lot to bring a tear
so you’ll find only those of joy
with all that you read here

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics (Stationary brings me joy – particularly new books to write my daily poems in. These three are from Venice in Italy)

They said there’d be snow (again)

10 of 10 in ‘The winter series’ from Jemverse

They said there’d be snow
Well, its cold enough
and there’s frost over all every day
But the sea air down here
on these southern shores
always seems to get well in the way

Yes, there have been falls
which have settled for days
in the past I remember quite well
But it’s still quite rare
for us in these parts
when snow of the settling kind fell

Tonight we will know
for that’s when they said
that the white stuff will fall from the sky
So maybe tomorrow
a blanket we’ll find
over all that we see by and by

And some time after that
Winter’s beauty we’ll see
Over Sussex at least for a while
Its crystalline essence
providing the prompt
that will always result in a smile

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[I first published ‘They said there’d be snow‘ via Jemverse on 3 February 2019]

All is white again

9 of 10 in ‘The winter series’ from Jemverse

I wrap up warm against the cold
I feel it now I’m getting old
There’s white on everything around
The air is crystal n’er a sound.

Suppress a shiver to the chill
I take this in and have my fill
For only winter brings this sight
This wonderment when all is white

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[I first published ‘All is white‘ via Jemverse on 4 February 2019]

Tri-haiku XI (winter blue returns)

8 of 10 in ‘The winter series’ from Jemverse

I am winter blue
Born to December, I chill
to iron cold bone

I am winter blue
To brittle January
icy fingers spread

I am winter blue
But with yellow I will change
to the green of Spring

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[I first published ‘Tri-Haiku XI (Winter Blue)‘ via Jemverse on 10 December 2018]

The safe warmth of home again

7 of 10 in ‘The winter series’ from Jemverse

Steel grey seas with iron chill
it’s with whimsy that I peer
at the beach I know so well
in summer brings such cheer

Yet now the winter’s icy hand
has me firmly in its grip
As grey green waters frenzied churn
with northern winds are whipped

So I with best foot forward
march swiftly ‘cross these stones
No lingering in winter times
for the safe warmth of home

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[I first published ‘The safe warmth of home‘ via Jemverse on 2 December 2018]

Winter with me now (again)

6 of 10 in ‘The Winter series’ from Jemverse

Eight line stanza thinking of
the winter with me now
Brittle chill, not warming sun
cold upon my brow
But dressed up warm it’s good to brace
the iron winter chill
for as it passes Springtime looms
and ever closer still

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[I first published ‘Winter with me now‘ as part of a triplicate via Jemverse on 27 November 2018]

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