It's January's final day
Tuesday the thirty-first
one month gone of Twenty-Three
thirty days dispersed
I'm not sure where they've gone mind you
as it doesn't seem that long
since we were still on holiday
and singing festive song
But gone they have so onward
to the shortest month we go
What it will bring a mystery
though soon we all will know
Tangible this winter chill
In January’s raw intent
As beneath these spectred morning veils
the silent mist is sent
Intrusive to beleaguered calm
Whispers like a shout
I’m a stranger in an iron-clad still
with no one else about
Yet frigid though the air might be
January serves to bring
A shivering smile through chattering teeth
that it will soon be Spring
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
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
Jemverse is life in words. Hope you enjoy the reading as much as I enjoy the writing...