Return of a friend

And in the clouds I saw yellow
knew it was the sun
and from the warmth that I felt
knew that summer had come
And from the scent in the air
of freshly mown grass
knew my friend had returned
to stay at long last

©Jemverse

Photo – from Jemverse on Instagram, May 2018 – Jempics

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The stranger came…

The sunshine came and visited
today for just a while
Somewhat like a stranger
but gave us cause to smile

With the year that’s still quite young
her warmth has yet to grow
But Spring is not that far away
and will soon be here you know

Then the stranger’s strength will grow
She’ll not be quite so shy
And we’ll welcome her with open arms
whenever she calls by

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Basil’s Story

I’m old and I’m senile
and my hearing has gone
I’ve seen fifteen years
and this is my song

At five-thirty each morning
when they’re still asleep
I’ll scream for my breakfast
which makes them all weep

I’ll stick my head out the catflap
in the back door
think I’m in the garden
and wee on the floor

I have lots of white whiskers
and I’m old and quite frail
but I’ve many a story
with you to regale

My name’s Basil Fawlty
Border Terrier cross
This is my story
and I don’t give a toss

©Jemverse

Photo – Basil Fawlty, aged almost sixteen – Jempics

[See also ‘Obi’s Story‘ – published 11 February 2018]

Obi’s Story

There was a leaf and I barked
and a plastic bag
and something that moved
so I gave it a wag

There were birds and squirrels
and cats with strange tails
and foxes and slugs
and bees and yes, snails

There were newspapers pushed
through a hole in the door
and cast away sweet wrappers
fridges and more

I barked at them all
because that’s what I do
and I do all of this
to protect all of you

©Jemverse

Photo – Obi Wan Kinobi, aged almost three – Jempics

[See also ‘Basil’s Story‘ – published 12 February 2018].

Sunshine Bright

Dawning bright, I know you well
you are a friend of mine
Always welcome, never shunned
the warming bright sunshine
I smile upon your dazzling face
I squint into your glare
And always come alive a bit
whenever you are there

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

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

The green and the grey

The prevailing Sou’Westerly’s blowing quite hard
with white horses out there today
Its cooler but the view from the beach
is great with the green and the grey

There’s an edge of a storm out there in the wild
that the sea will tickle and coax
And a fleck of moisture on the wind in my face
throws into the mix a few soaks

But I don’t mind a bit for there’s laughter right here
teased out by a very good friend
Who knows me much better than I can ever return
and who always wins in the end

©Jemverse

Photo – the sea from ‘The Perch’, Lancing Beach, Sussex, UK – Jempics

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