Dichotomy revisited

1 of 10 in the ‘Britttle 23’ series

Yes, there’s beauty in winter
I’ll give you that
But, no brainer given the choice
As between both of these
Quite opposed to the freeze
it’s the summer in which I rejoice

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Series pic – Jempics

[The original ‘Dichotomy‘ was posted in November 2019]

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Of seagulls and seasons revisited

7 of 12 in ‘The of…’ series from Jemverse 2022

Throughout the year the seagulls
as seasons come and go
are always out there for me
be it sunshine, rain or snow

In the winter and the autumn
In the Springtime when it’s green
In the summer when it’s nice and warm
There are seagulls I’ll have seen

Always out there flying
or swooping ‘cross the sea
I’m so glad I have the seagulls
as they’re part of life for me

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series pic – jempics

[Of seagulls and seasons was first posted in December 2018]

Over the years I have titled several poems with the preposition ‘of’ – so this last Jemverse mini-series of 2022 pulls some of those back together again

Ubi sunt for summer

Where are the sunshine days
now winter's cold hand clasps?
Still there though faded now and weak
as summer never lasts

Yet there in the circle promise lies
and breath bated with a smile
knows with reassurance it
will come back in a while

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Photo – Jempics

[An ‘ubi sunt’ poem poses a rhetorical question derived from the Latin “uni sunt qui ante nos fuerunt” (Where are those that went before us?). Indicating nostalgia,  an ‘ubi sunt’ poem is about the transient nature of things].

Waiting still

The sun broke through another day
and found me waiting here
lacklustre in this winter frame
awaiting Springtime cheer
Frustrating as despite the chill
the signs are evident
with green shoots reaching skyward
colour shows its good intent
and yet this lingering chill remains
as sunshine's yellow rays
have yet to seize a hold and bring
a start to warmer days

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Photo – Jempics

Rain like summer

On the station the rain was a comfort today
in the blackness of night still around
on the edge of a morning still hidden from view
with a gentle soft rushing of sound
Mist-like it drifted and cooled like a breeze
that summer would oft call a friend
yet it is still March and winter remains
several weeks yet from its natural end
So this morning with whimsy I breathed it all in
finding comfort as thought took a hold
thinking of Spring and the summer beyond
days of warmth to replace these of cold

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Photo – Jempics

Splendid

The beach was quite splendid but isn't it always
when with Wolfgang or there on our own
with the blue of the sky
and the huts by the by
it's a joy to have this close to home

It's great in the Summer and on bright days in Spring
and in Autumn with waves whipped by storm
with the pebbles and sand
the sea of course and
here on Winter days all dressed up warm

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Photo – Mrs C & Wolfgang outside Hut 101, December 2021 – Jempics

Seasons songs

Golden my streets
but it won't be for long
for though sweet are my words
quite short is my song
They look lovely right now
when the sunshine is bright
but lacklustre in rain
and leaden at night

And as winter creeps in
my songs peter out
for I run out of lyrics
with gusto to shout
and my golden turns grey
as the music it dies
for instead of the carpet
hard frost often lies

But there's always a promise
of new music to come
and though golden my fade
when autumn is done
Winter's fine voice
waits there in the wings
and it won't be too long
'til her new song she sings

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Photo – Jempics

One III

3 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months V’ series

I can't quite believe November is here
the year has sped by so fast
the Spring and the Summer merged into one
with a warmth we all hope will last
Not going to happen for much longer I fear
as Winter waits in the wings
and Jack Frost's remembered his repertoire
with the cold stuff all of that brings
But for now with green just starting to turn
and the sun still strong in the sky
I'll cling to the vestige of summer still here
and not wish the Autumn rush by

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Photo – Jempics

[The ’12 months V’ series is the fifth Jemverse annual collection of those written for the first day of every month throughout each year].

Not quite turning

There's promise in the Western sky
this morning here I think
for as the sun begins to rise
he's tipped me here a wink

No letting go to cooler times
not yet and not today
as we cling on to summer
though the Fall's not far away

I say that as there's fragrance
yet subtle but still there
of woodsmoke and the turning
of the season in the air

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Photo – Jempics

Seasons song

I have a mind’s eye picture
of autumn here to find
which I’d like to share with you
and hope that you don’t mind
For though it’s one of fading
from a summer that’s now passed
it’s also one of hope
which I know is set to last

Yes the winter it is coming
and it will be long and cold
but to the autumn’s promise
throughout that I can hold
For I’ve entered an agreement
binding, absolute and strong
of a new hope come the Springtime
when I’ll sing that seasons song

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Photo – Jempics