The Winter Word


If I were a penguin
I’m sure I’d think it nice
when all was cold around me
and the ground was thick with ice

But I am not a penguin
(although they are my favourite bird)
As I hanker after summer warmth
and dislike the ‘Winter’ word


Photo – Jempics

Widewater Teazles


Widewater teazles
on a cold winter’s day
the air was quite frigid
and the water was grey

There was no-one around
when we got there at three
Just Obi and Basil, our dogs
Sal and me

So we went for a walk
with the tide going out
some gulls near the water
but no people about

We weren’t there for long
‘Cos it really was chilly
and to get all a shiver
would have been rather silly

But we said a ‘hello’
to our fiend there, the sea
then went back to the warm
for a hot cup of tea


Widewater is a shallow saline lagoon situated on marshland from sediments formed by the River Adur, the mouth of which enters the sea at Shoreham in West Sussex. The lagoon became isolated when the southern shingle bank developed through a combination of storms and longshore drift. The lagoon is tidal and is fed by sea water permeating through cracks in its thin clay bed. Its northern shore now borders the A259 coast road along which south-facing housing has gradually developed over the past two hundred years. To the south, the shingle bank separates the lagoon from the sea. The seaward strip is colloquially known as ‘The Long Mile“.


Home in the warm


The air was so brittle
it brought a chill to the bone
So I wasn’t out long
before heading for home
Much better instead to
curl up with a book
with just the occasional
glance up for a look
For sometimes the choice
by the weather is made
So be not disheartened
if at home you have stayed


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




Southend Pier, the estuary
the sky a speckled grey
reflected on the water
at the end of a long day
The fairground quiet and empty
the evening lights aglow
It’s peaceful here in winter
as the tidal waters flow


Photo – Southend seafront, Essex, UK – Jempics

Sun kissed


With a cold foot forward, dressed up warm
against the chilly air
The grin upon my face resigned
and not for pleasure there
And yet the crystal air affords
despite the iron chill
A sun-kissed panorama that
is sure to cure all ill


Wintertime tangents

11 March 2013

Off at a tangent
at this time of year
When it’s still wintertime
but the spring is quite near
It’s getting lighter each day
and at evening time too
And though trees are still bare
there are signs of the new

We have cyclamen growing
in the tub just outside
And the forsythia buds
are forming with pride
But it’s January still
so more chill we will know
as the forecast I’m told
is for dustings of snow

So for now I’m resigned
to more of this chill
Albeit with the promise
that the waiting until
the warm days of spring
get nearer each day
when the green with replace
the wintertime grey


Photo – March 2013: the last time it snowed heavily in Shoreham, Sussex, UK – Jempics

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