Of seagulls and seasons revisited

7 of 12 in ‘The of…’ series from Jemverse 2022

Throughout the year the seagulls
as seasons come and go
are always out there for me
be it sunshine, rain or snow

In the winter and the autumn
In the Springtime when it’s green
In the summer when it’s nice and warm
There are seagulls I’ll have seen

Always out there flying
or swooping ‘cross the sea
I’m so glad I have the seagulls
as they’re part of life for me


series pic – jempics

[Of seagulls and seasons was first posted in December 2018]

Over the years I have titled several poems with the preposition ‘of’ – so this last Jemverse mini-series of 2022 pulls some of those back together again



3 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months V’ series

I can't quite believe November is here
the year has sped by so fast
the Spring and the Summer merged into one
with a warmth we all hope will last
Not going to happen for much longer I fear
as Winter waits in the wings
and Jack Frost's remembered his repertoire
with the cold stuff all of that brings
But for now with green just starting to turn
and the sun still strong in the sky
I'll cling to the vestige of summer still here
and not wish the Autumn rush by


Photo – Jempics

[The ’12 months V’ series is the fifth Jemverse annual collection of those written for the first day of every month throughout each year].

Another walk in the woods

6 of 7 in the Jemverse ‘Autumn 21’ series

Dappled sunlight filtered through
the green tunnel up ahead
as carefree there we wandered
uncertain where it led

Not that we were bothered
for we cared not for the time
on such an afternoon as this
with autumn weather fine

The crunch of fallen leaves beneath
our feet as there we trod
with the perfume of October
from the chalky Sussex sod

The dogs frolicked in the undergrowth
and barked at passers by
as we walked on through the sunshine
underneath a cloudless sky

The forest beckoned deeper
but alas we couldn’t stay
though it will always be there
when we return another day


Photo – Jempics

A walk in the woods‘ was first published on Jemverse on 14 October 2015



Walking out this morning
I felt close to end of tether
As, despite the fact that it’s now June
We still have inclement weather

The wind is blowing from the north
and, although the sun shines bright
my hands and toes feel just as cold
as they do in winter’s blight

But, fickle though the weather is
The forecasters have it right
As they’ve promised summer will return
when the weekend is in sight


Promise II

11 March 2013

And yet in this raw chill
This early morning, this waking
This ritualistic clamour
This rush to find a place to sit
This routine, in all this still
There remains the light of summer
And a fragrance, soft like lavender
A promise of warmer days to come
Like a walk home from the sea
Bringing a smile to this winter man

Outside Sussex moves quickly
To remnants of December nights
And the pale light of laptops glow
And papers are read and coffees sipped
Conversation lost to monotony, and yet
Here, in my small corner
All I see are lapping waves and naked toes
And, like a calm summer breeze
A contentment born to one
Who remembers what it is to smile


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