First VII

7 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months III’ series

Yellow is indicative
as first of March arrives
and with daffodils the birth flower
we know that hope survives

Spring’s just round the corner
so the warmth will not be long
Promise brings a purpose
to the timbre of this song

First of March you’re welcome
bring the Spring we clamour for
with warmer days and evenings
and the summer at the door

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

March

No.7 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

I think that if there’s one
thing to remind me of the Spring
It is the humble daffodil
and the pleasure it will bring

It’s all about the yellow
bringing warmth sealed by the sun
And something of the promise
as the shadow days are done

So as February fades to March
its birth flower to the fore
Here’s to the humble daffodil
with a hearty loud encore

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[With extracts from ‘Daffodil‘ published on 22.3.15]

Twelve months three

No.8 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months’ series

The most appropriate flower
that the first of March could bring
is the daffodil with yellow
which promises the Spring

We’re done now with the winter
the chill is past its prime
And we clammer for the warmer days
that come with summer time

So come now March with promise
bring on those longer days
and remind us of the spring time
in all your different ways

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

This is 8 in a series of 12 poems written for and published on the 1st of every month for a year. See also Twelve Months Eight, Twelve Months Nine, Twelve Months Ten, Twelve Months Eleven , Twelve Months Twelve , Twelve Months One, and Twelve Months Two.

Belonging to June

March found me lost and wandering

For I belong to June

Never could understand the winter’s chill

Will it be summer soon?

In winter’s coat I am a sleeping person

Yet with warmth I come alive

Moribund the slumber slows me

Yet the sun brings zest and drive

Today my palette is monochromatic

But yesterday colour crept

And instead of icy tears it was

Again with joy I wept

©Jemverse

Percy Penguin

I once knew a penguin called Percy

He was a good friend of mine

He lived in a hole in the garden

And came out when it was fine

When the sun shone bright in the sky overhead

He came out of his hole in the ground

And we’d chase each other in the garden

Around and around and around

I knew him for one whole summer

He was the best penguin I knew

He was kind, he was thoughtful and loving

In those months that I knew him so few

We had oh so much fun in the garden

And he once came inside for some tea

But stuffed so much fish in his tummy

That there was none on the plate left for me

But as Winter’s cold fingers began calling

He came to me with a tear in his eye

And said he must soon now be going

It was the saddest ever goodbye

And so, on one Autumn morning

He left his hole in the ground

And with just a wave of his flipper

He left me without a sound

I cried for a week thereafter

I missed Percy Penguin so much

But although he’d be gone all winter

I knew he’s still keep in touch

In March he sent me a postcard

To see how I was getting on

He said he was looking forward to summer

I can’t wait for the summer to come

It’s now April and the Spring is upon us

I cleared out Percy’s hole in the ground

For soon I shall be with my penguin

Chasing round and around and around

 

©Jemverse (1987)

101

March’s chill met April spill

The six month winter gone

Friday came, bringing May

Warm sun shining long

Faintest breeze, sea sound there

The beach mine own again

Ever changing but somehow still

Staying just the same

Glint upon the water strong

Sky a cloudless blue

Sea-haze shrouding Brighton’s sprawl

As I welcome summer new

This is again my solace here

Beach hut one-o-one

Long hours of resting peacefully

‘Neath days of summer sun

©Jemverse (May 2013)

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