Of windows and gold

We have a window
to look to the world
and watch every day
as life is unfurled
For me it’s a garden
as nature’s fair hand
paints changing pictures
of my bit of land

And just like a window
to memory’s minds eye
I’ll capture those pictures
as life passes by
For each is a treasure
to have and to hold
More precious than diamonds
more value than gold

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Of rust and gold

And to these days
when all I hold
is flecked with rust
or painted gold
I know which of
these I prefer
So to the gold
I will defer

The rust it takes
a second place
Resting with
its fall from grace
Yet not forgotten
all these things
as each have given
cause to sing

Rust can be changed
Re-vigour gleaned
to witness gold
with surface cleaned
So of the gold
and of the rust
to each I cling
as each I trust

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Sunshine have I

No. 1 of 8 in ‘The sunshine series’ from Jemverse

On a train as I travel
at the start of a day
There was a bright sunrise
but now it is grey
There may well be rain
from the overcast sky
as the train speeds me onward
and we hurry by
But I’m not bothered much
as I’ll always have sun
to hold and remember
as each day’s begun

And whether it rains
or whether it’s fine
the sunshine I have
will always be mine
As I carry it daily
A treasure to hold
An unparalleled wealth
more precious than gold

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

[‘Sunshine have I’ is the first in ‘The Sunshine Series’, starting on Jemverse on Tuesday 22 January 2019]

Diamond Days

Some days are diamond
the sea and the sky
azure blue with the sun
up there on high

Some days are damond
more precious than gold
when a sunshine embrace
brings me in from the cold

Some days are diamond
every once in a while
just there in time
for a beam and a smile

Some days are diamond
and I’ll laugh right out loud
for these days do justice
and serve my heart proud

©Jemverse

Photo – Jempics

Virginia Red

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At the end of my garden
at this time of year
when autumn’s cold hands
tells me winter is near
My Virginia Creeper
turns a deep shade of red
before its leaves start to fall
to the ground when they’re dead
It’s quite lovely to see
and in spite of the cold
this Virginia red
is as precious as gold

©Jemverse

A little bit of magic

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I plucked a little bit
of magic from the air
as it waited for me patiently
in the sunlight just out there
It carried a pure fragrance
which I cherished with a smile
as I put it in my pocket
to carry for a while
A little bit of magic
which will go a long, long way
until some more comes drifting
by me on another day

©Jemverse

Precious

Not for me a diamond
or something made of gold
For I can find my treasure
in memories of old
Just walking through the harbour
where I wandered as a boy
has value beyond measure
and instils in me a joy

That history has substance
intangible maybe
But one which stores a value
which is firmly part of me
The pleasure of a memory
a recollection there
is as precious as a pot of gold
and one I’ll always share

Nostalgia is a precious thing
no one can take away
It can never be devalued
and will be there, come what may
But treasured though the past may be
it always takes a bow
to the forming of new memories
from the present, here and now

©Jemverse

Photo – the old fisherman’s beach, Albion Street, Southwick (West Sussex, UK). Now filled in with rubble and concrete to form a car park for the harbour master’s office.

Day 16 in the ‘Blogging from A-Z challenge

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