The Nasturtium Takeover bid

The nasturtium’s gone manic
now the summer is done
It’s begun to take over
and thinks it’s ‘the one’
If we left it unchecked
It would simply keep growing
and how big it would get
Well, there’s no way of knowing

Perhaps we should crop it
but then things would be duller
For at present its flowers
keep giving us colour
So we’ll leave it a while
with its yellows and gold
For it clings to the summer
whilst the weather gets cold

And we need that reminder
at least for a while
as autumn takes over
and summer’s a smile
For when winter’s cold anger
returns with a frost
This reminder of summer
will be instantly lost

©Jemverse

Photo – autumn nasturtiums – Jempics

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The Yellow

Underneath the canopy
the yellow on the ground
the changing of the seasons
as autumn comes around
The beauty at this time of year
takes my breath away
enraptured by the wonder
on this fine October day

©Jemverse

Photo – Autumn at Sheffield Park, Sussex, UK – Jempics

Twelve months ten

No 3. of 12 in the ‘Twelve Months’ series

With Marigold a marriage
at this turning time of year
The summer to the autumn
as the cooler days draw near
October’s flower magnificent
It’s colour bold and strong
brings to life this marriage
in a cheerful autumn song

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[This is 3 in a series of 12 poems written for and published on the 1st of every month for a year. See also ‘Twelve months eight‘ and ‘Twelve months nine‘]

Summer’s End

I’m told that come September
England’s summer’s at an end
But I’m not ready yet, I’ll tell you
To say goodbye to my good friend
And I’m pretty sure the sunshine
Is having none of that
As the heat I felt at lunchtime
Made it clear where it was at

Yes, the days are shorter
And the nights are drawing in
But there’s promise there a-plenty
That Septembers’ still to bring
Plenty more yet still of that
Warmth we hold so dear
Until the autumn’s cooler days
And the winter chill is here

©Jemverse

Photo – Standen House Gardens, Sussex, in September – Jempics

Twelve months nine

No.2 of 12 in the ‘Twelve Months’ series

One-day respite for September
the month of nine is here
A birthstone of pure sapphire
and a message which is clear
It’s flower of birth – Forget-me-not
and Morning Glory too
Synonymous with sunshine
Summer’s end here to bestrew

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[This is 2 in a series of 12 poems written for and published on the 1st of every month for a year. See also ‘Twelve months eight‘]

Sultry

Mid May and springtime evenings
with warmth still in the air
left over from the sunshine
that has been shining there

Walking through the city streets
A sultry feeling here
It is a pleasure knowing
that the summertime is near

And it has a certain nuance
you have to feel to know
when you simply have to wander
take your time and just be slow

©Jemverse

Photo – Brighton’s Royal Pavilion on a warm late Spring night – Jempics

Promise in store

The daffodils are past their prime
but here at Horsted Keynes
The sunset comes at eight o’clock
and we all know what that means

It heralds Springtime’s fading
Summer’s waiting at the door
And warmer days are in the wings
with promise there in store

©Jemverse

Photo – Sunset at Horsted Place, Horsted Keynes, Sussex, UK – Jempics