Waiting still

The sun broke through another day
and found me waiting here
lacklustre in this winter frame
awaiting Springtime cheer
Frustrating as despite the chill
the signs are evident
with green shoots reaching skyward
colour shows its good intent
and yet this lingering chill remains
as sunshine's yellow rays
have yet to seize a hold and bring
a start to warmer days

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Of sheep, walking and winter

The sheep were in the upper field
I could see them on the hill
meandering whilst grazing
whilst winter grips us still
and though there is a part of me
with wanderlust that yearns
to tread those hills and join them
another part adjourns

The part with child of summer
in its heart for sunshine's call
when I will gladly wander
with the summer standing tall
But now whilst still in Winter's grip
I'll watch here with resistance
the sheep there in the upper field
replete here from a distance

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Of fortune and privilege

A horse wandered slow on the golden foreshore
as the sun diamonds shone on the sea
and high on the shingle the wolf wagged his tail
with my two daughters and me
Eastward we wandered this vista beside
our fortune and privilege known
a walk on the beach in winter sunshine
here in Sussex this place that is home

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Photo – Jempics

One VI

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

February's here in twenty two
another month slips by
thirty-one days already gone
in the mere blink of eye
But I'm not wishing time away
for the light is stronger here
and days are getting longer
to promise Springtime cheer
Not that winter yet is done
the cold it lingers on
but the sun is climbing higher
as each month comes round to one

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Mist walking

Found myself walking along the Broadwalk
heading into the mist
the sunshine was there above me somewhere
as the sky and the shingle there kissed
Ethereal silence descended as I
strode eastward along on my walk
giving passers by room as they grew from the gloom
with whispers there as they talked
and it was cathartic and pleasant for me
with barely a ripple of breeze
winter cold still but healing the ill
as I wandered close there to the sea

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Photo – The Broadwalk, Shoreham Beach, West Sussex, UK – Jempics

January’s iron heart

Holding court o'er frosted mornings
as winter does its thing
and January light holds frail
whilst jesters feebly sing
the promise of a warmer clime
is vacant here and scarce
visible the absence from
the heart of one who cares
Yet still with hope resilient
resolve gains gradual muster
as subtle signs of coming Spring
break through the chill lacklustre

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Photo – Jempics

Too cold in the field

Too cold in the field
in the rain yesterday
so wrapped up in a towel
I came back from the fray
my little legs sank
right up to my chest
on the waterlogged ground
so I needed a rest
quite soon when I got there
as it wasn't nice
and just half an hour later
I didn't think twice

Too cold in the field
in the rain yesterday
as my legs are quite short
in a small canine way
alright for my humans
in warm coats and hats
but a different thing
for small furry chaps
so we didn't stay long
just a short trot around
for a sniff and a wee
on the water-logged ground

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Photo – Jempics

Sunset in symmetry

Sunset in full symmetry
over Shoreham yesterday
as we drive back down from Lewes
heading homeward on our way
Golden beams across the sea
from sunshine in the cloud
made for a special moment
and announcement there aloud

As this was truly gorgeous
catching breath the moment there
a really special privilege
the two of us could share
So I'm really pleased I caught it
as we can now reminisce
and relive that winter sunset
as we ponder over this

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Photo – Sunset over Shoreham (from the A27 bypass at the western end of Southwick tunnel) – Jempics

Delight

Bleak this green into the grey
a salt-laced winter wind
from a prevailing westerly
full in the face that grinned
and shivering at the whitened shore
to far horizon seen
the figure hunched to winter cold
knows full where he has been

This seascape no portend it hides
as waves turn, crash and fall
and seething water to the shore
brings a familiar call
So bleak though green into the grey
may seem here at first sight
it nonetheless a pleasure brings
to bring me a delight

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Photo – Jempics

A spirit freed

The mystery of what's beyond
the gate across this winter field
keeps me guessing in the rain
that winter brings to Sussex Weald

I can see I think a mound of earth
and a house bathed deep in mist
behind the barren trees devoid
of green the spring and summer kissed

And part of me longs there to tread
exploring paths to whence they lead
for this the gift on me bestowed
to celebrate a spirit freed

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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