Colour will our palettes fill

As it’s sometimes quite disheartening
in short days of winter chill
A thing that will encourage
is that it isn’t long until
the warmer days that come with Spring
It’ll bring more light and mean
that we can turn away from grey
and see instead the green
Colour will our palettes fill
with pinks and blue and yellow
and coupled with the warmer sun
leave us replete and mellow

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Pea soup days

It really was a pea soup day
with freezing fog all ’round
reducing visibility
with ice upon the ground
Everywhere was coated white
not from snow but frost
and in the thick and murky fog
it was easy to get lost

But the wonder of this winter view
as it fell to minus seven
thought clouded breath escaping gave
a little glimpse of heaven
White on fields and white on trees
on verge and hedgerow too
As if with one cold overnight
the world was formed anew

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Weekends

I’ve come to the conclusion
that weekends are too short
So there’s a simple message there
and lawmakers really ought
to consider very seriously
turning two days into more
As adding just a couple
would be well worth waiting for

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Pub

Sitting in Hobgoblin
with an IPA
Watching raindrops falling down
here I think I’ll stay
It’s warm and it is cosy
conversation in full stride
So staying here for a few beers
Beats getting wet outside

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‘Hobgoblin’ is a pub in Brighton, East Sussex, UK

Last Sunrise

If I didn’t know better (and maybe I don’t)
it was almost as if the sun
had something of a point to prove
with another day begun

For again to the east in a grand golden glow
it rose up and grabbed little me
My senses there in overload
rather spectacularly

This is bordering frankly on overkill
but then who am I to mind?
For I’d be hard pressed a better sight
anywhere else to find

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See also ‘Last Sunset‘ from Jemverse

Last Sunset

And so the final sunset
the best was saved ’til last
It really was a gorgeous one
as I walked slowly past
It cast wide golden washes
upon the silken sea
as the tide crept in a final time
from the estuary

And trundling from the Pierhead
the 4.30 train rolled by
As the sun sank down into the west
and I began to cry
The tears rolled freely down my cheeks
but no sadness there you know
For this sunset was amongst the best
of sunsets as they go

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See also ‘Last Sunrise‘ (from Jemverse)

Twilight

A walk on the beach with sand at my feet
under a yellowing sky
The sun has set over there in the West
as a seagull flies slowly by
This twilight hour as night time falls
has a peace that is all of its own
As I savour the light and breathe in the air
of the sea I have long loved and known

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Big Sun

The biggest sun I ever saw
greeted me today
A golden ball of wonder
which took my breath away

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The longest pier

The longest pier apparently
in the world today
That’s Southend here in Blighty
not a lot more I can say

Apart from that it’s very long
stretching out to sea
The pier head barely visible
in the wide Thames estuary

The lights across the water
shine from Northern Kent
And in between great ships pass by
to London, laden, sent

But lovely though that is to see
the striking thing right here
is of course the structure that’s
the longest Southend Pier

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Blessed

Felt blessed down on the beach front
as night time slipped away
And through the clouds out to the East
the sunshine met the day

Golden over water there
far as my eye could see
A really big sky, colour-filled
came and welcomed me

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