Cobweb III

Whilst the year was still an infant
I looked up to the blue
when morning broke with sunshine
upon a year brand new
And the crystal strands of cobweb
caught right there in morning light
clarified that moment
for a truly lovely sight
Spoke to me of truth and hope
and of many joys to come
in this first year of the decade
which has only just begun

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Cobweb II

Whilst the year was still an infant
at the beginning of the year
a latticework of cobweb
I cam across out here
It was clearly now abandoned
yet retained a beauty there
so striking and so poignant
that I knew I had to share
For this is quite symbolic
the new from old begun
changing like the spider
and the many webs now spun

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Cobweb I

Whilst the year was still an infant
I spied a cobweb freshly spun
Reminded me of what was past
and what had just begun
Spoke to me of promise
and something fresh and new
The ‘gone before’ forgotten
with a dose of morning dew

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

New Year’s Eve

Last day’s here on New Year’s Eve
Twenty-sixteen breathes its last
The year of fifty-seven summers
fading quickly to the past

It leaves me with a good deal gained
although also with a cost
With Bowie, Prince and Leonard Cohen
and many other loved ones lost

So I’m looking forward to the next one
for some promise and good cheer
As there’s so much to look forward to
with the arrival of New Year

©Jemverse

 

Curtain call for the year

It’s the night time now
the end of line
And, like ships in the night
with silent ci-devant passing
this is the shadow time

Fading now the old year slips
gracefully away
And, with quiet acquiescence
welcomes the dawning of
a bright-clad newborn day

Not long now for the waiting
the new year beams
And, as the last curtain call looms
waiting quietly in the wings
There’s promise here it seems

©Jemverse

Reflections (old and new)

In the waters of the Irwell
I see old but also new
A Manchester reflection
affords attractive view

Bordering the ancient banks
from an industrial past
Residential money means
the buildings here will last

Yet, despite the glass and concrete
there’s still a vestige there
in the arches of Blackfriars bridge
built with Victorian flair

Reflections of the old and new
Three centuries collide
Yet ‘tho the new has dominance
the old will still abide

©Jemverse

 

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