18 Feb 2021
by Jem Croucher
in dog, Happiness, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Walks, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: dog, happy, Jemverse, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, running, verse, winter, wordsmith, writing poetry

There was ice in my field
round the tree in the middle
most of it solid
but some of it brittle
But I didn’t mind ‘cos
the ground it was firm
so my paws found their grip
with less squither and squirm
And I ran and I ran
my ears all at random
exploring three acres
in sheer joy abandon
And my humans they laughed
clapping hands with a cheer
for although it was cold
it was Obi’s place here
So I ran round some more
quite as happy as they
as this place is fantastic
What more can I say?
©Jemverse
Me (Obi) running in my field [Photo – Jempics (one of my humans)]
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16 Feb 2021
by Jem Croucher
in photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Spring, Summer, sun, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: February, Jemverse, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, promise, rhyme, Summer, sunshine, verse, winter, wordsmith, writing poetry

The warmth on my shoulder
as I sit here and write
is really quite lovely
in this winter sunlight
It feels just like summer
and if I close my eyes
I can see myself there
with no little surprise
But it’s February now
and though it’s still cold
it won’t be that long
if I may be so bold
before Springtime gathers
and the weather prepares
as its garners itself
the summer to share
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
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13 Feb 2021
by Jem Croucher
in beauty, Life, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: beauty, cold, Jemverse, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, snow, verse, winter, wordsmith, writing poetry

It’s magical this snow-cast light
the icing sugar dust
as slowly things are covered
and capture it I must
Iron-chill the Northern blast
makes minus five feel raw
yet still the child within me yearns
for snow on snow and more
Househound here the nation wanes
to bleak midwinter flow
But doesn’t really mind because
there’s nowhere else to go
So gazing whimsically outside
as whiteness thickens there
we welcome inner child-like glee
and in this beauty share
©Jemverse
Photo – Sally Croucher
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12 Feb 2021
by Jem Croucher
in Children's Verse, dog, Humour, poem, Poet, Poetry, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: dog, Jemverse, poe, poem, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, snow, verse, Walks, winter, wordsmith, writing poetry

It wasn’t very nice
in my field this week you know
Cos my paws felt very cold
in some white stuff they call snow
I had a double layer
(my red jumper and a coat)
but my paws still feel the cold
(I’m just saying, make a note)
Of course I’d never let them know
Cos this place it is the best
as I can get to run around
for ages without rest
It’s muddy now and squelchy
but the paths I find are dry
and my humans never seem to mind
as I go running by
But this cold stuff takes the biscuit
and I’m not keen I’ll have you know
even though my humans
seem to really love the snow
©Jemverse
Photo – snow on ‘Obi’s field’ – Jempics
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10 Feb 2021
by Jem Croucher
in Humour, poem, Poet, Poetry, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: fun, Jemverse, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, snow, Sussex, verse, winter, wordsmith, writing poetry

I said no snow
in Sussex fell
but spoke too soon
(how could I tell)?
the temperature
would fall so quick
and the isobars
take such a dip
allowing white stuff
here to fall
at beckon to
the winter’s call
But really we had
better hurry
as small the flakes
and brief the flurry
It’s petering out
here as I speak
outside my window
as I peek
and is it settling?
no it’s not
‘Cos here in Sussex
it’s too hot
Exaggeration?
perhaps a bit
but the snow is
having none of it
But we will still
whilst it is here
run round outside
with laughs and cheer
tongue stuck out
to taste a flake
we’ll seize the moment
here to take
and run around
as Sussex snows
before it stops
and off it goes
©Jemverse
Photo – ‘Yes there is snow (if you look quite hard)! – Jempics
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04 Feb 2021
by Jem Croucher
in poem, Poet, Poetry, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: Jemverse, lovely, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, snow, verse, winter, writing poetry

In Yorkshire it was snowing
I heard online today
whereas down south in Sussex
it was simply dull and grey
In fact I can’t remember
the last time snow I saw
must have been some years ago
before a winter’s thaw
Hardly that surprising though
as here in warmer climes
coupled with the salty air
bodes ill for snowy times
Yet part of me was jealous
just a little for some snow
as it really is quite beautiful
when winter’s in full flow
©Jemverse
Photo – Karen Newill
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26 Jan 2021
by Jem Croucher
in garden, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, sun, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: garden, Jemverse, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, promise, rhyme, sunshine, verse, winter, wordsmith, writing poetry

A shaft of the sun
hit our north-facing garden
with a word just to say
for a beg of my pardon
A brief glimpse of promise
when the winter is over
and the sun is back out there
for days bathed in clover
Not long to wait now
just eight or nine weeks
as each day gets longer
and sunshine it tweaks
The promise of Springtime
in that shaft of sun
in our north-facing garden
for when winter is done
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
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17 Jan 2021
by Jem Croucher
in beauty, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: beauty, frost, Jemverse, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, treasure, verse, winter, wordsmith, writing poetry

The teasels through the fence
had had a frosting overnight
and now in three-tree field
they were caught in pale sunlight
And as the sheep in lower field
paused and looked so I did too
to gaze upon this wonder
well, you would now, wouldn’t you?
For this is winter glory
at its best despite the cold
essential here to capture
so the story can be told
And I trust that you’ll appreciate
both the picture and prose
of the treasure in that moment
in the field there as I froze
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
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16 Jan 2021
by Jem Croucher
in garden, photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: cold, frost, Jemverse, lovely, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, verse, winter, writing poetry

Ice cold here yet beautiful
Jack’s frosted strands they cling
with brittle fronds of loveliness
to cover everything
Too cold to stand here very long
yet there is time for this
rare spectacle of wonder
at this time of year for bliss
©Jemverse
Photo – frosted spider’s web – Jempics
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13 Jan 2021
by Jem Croucher
in photo, poem, Poet, Poetry, Winter, wordsmith
Tags: cold, Jemverse, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry blog, rhyme, verse, winter, wordsmith, writing poetry
10 of 10 in ‘The winter series’ from Jemverse

They said there’d be snow
Well, its cold enough
and there’s frost over all every day
But the sea air down here
on these southern shores
always seems to get well in the way
Yes, there have been falls
which have settled for days
in the past I remember quite well
But it’s still quite rare
for us in these parts
when snow of the settling kind fell
Tonight we will know
for that’s when they said
that the white stuff will fall from the sky
So maybe tomorrow
a blanket we’ll find
over all that we see by and by
And some time after that
Winter’s beauty we’ll see
Over Sussex at least for a while
Its crystalline essence
providing the prompt
that will always result in a smile
©Jemverse
Photo – Jempics
[I first published ‘They said there’d be snow‘ via Jemverse on 3 February 2019]
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