In Stanmer Woods

In Stanmer Woods the trees stand tall
and sheltered down below
I stand as if on tippy-toe
as I’m quietly in the know
For up above the wind blows free
with frigid winter blast
yet down upon the bracken floor
there’s stillness here to last

Seldom green still at this time
the crisp of winter clings
yet snowdrops on the barren ground
swift the Springtime brings
In Stanmer Woods there’s evidence
of Mother Nature’s pride
and here I can embrace it
with my arms held open wide

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Photo – Stanmer Woods, Sussex – Jempics

Moon of the moment

Crescent moon up in the blue
bright shining in the sky
on a brittle winter morning
really caught my eye

Ethereal there through the trees
daylight just a whisper
I stood and watched her for a while
just in case I missed her

For she was simply stunning
and I felt honoured to be there
trusted with the tasking
of that moment here to share

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Photo – Jempics

Frost

There’s a frost on the roof
at the end of the garden
as the winter clings on
for more months, beg your pardon
But I’ve had enough of
this cold stuff right now
and I long for the feel
of warm sun on my brow

So please Mr Winter
be a good fellow
leave us for some weather
a little more mellow
You’ve had a good innings
but now it is time
for us to feel something
from a warmer clime

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Photo – Jempics

Tuesday

And when Monday was finished
with Tuesday begun
the February sunshine arrived
Still weak with the winter
bereft yet of warmth
at least it could say that it tried

A fair attempt there I thought
as I said, it had tried
and given me something today
The spark of a promise
of good things to come
with Springtime well on the way

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Photo – IconsForFree

An ode to Winter

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Crystalline clarity out there today
in the treeline over the way
A frosting has covered the fields overnight
with beauty mere words can’t portray
So I’ll not waste them here but contented instead
I’ll quietly stand here for a while
and let Winter’s wonder embellish instead
that picture in mind for a smile

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Photo Jempics

December beaches

On the beach a lone kite-surfer came
to brave December chill
as a wintry and forgotten sun
sat in a low sky still

Bright it was in yellow sky
and despite the brittle air
The beauty of that moment
was really special there

But then again, it always is
down on this Southern shore
as whenever we both come this way
we always long for more

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Photo – Jempics

In winter

I’ve stood by this river in Summer
and early Spring and in fall
but in spite of the chill in the winter
the view is the best one of all

For the sun is low in its apex
and as it shines through the trees to the east
the way it catches the water
provides here a visual feast

So I stood for a moment and shivered
and took in this beautiful scene
grateful for all of the seasons
and the times that here I have been

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Photo – the Thames at Kew Bridge, December 2019

Winter III

And now the iron chill
shouts loud with brutality
as if we didn’t know it
with absolute totality
Winter’s here, no doubt of that
November takes firm hold
with battle grey the colour
reminiscent of this cold
We wrap up warm in winter coats
for what is waiting there
Resigned against the onslaught
we face the brittle air

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Photo – Jempics

Dichotomy

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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Photo – Jempics

No reason to moan

I can tell it is winter
as it’s dark when I leave
and dark when I’m on my way home
As I’m all of a quiver
with a shake and a shiver
from the cold that brings chill to the bone

It’s not a season
I will freely admit
I’d encourage or even condone
Yet there’s reason to sing
as it’s followed by Spring
so I’ve really no reason to moan

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Photo – Jempics