Small dogs and the cold stuff

On the ground out the back
by the door in the snow
paw prints out there
with some evidence show
that although I’m uncertain
of the white stuff out there
I’ve been brave and I’ve ventured
outside for a dare

Somewhere cold

In the summer I sit here
and soak up the sun
but sitting here now
would be cold on the bum

The lavenders’ branches
whilst still with its green
are flecked now with white
from the snow that has been

The white blanket

So rare the white blanket
on this Southern shore
that part of me wishes
there was sometimes more
A very small part though
and I mean it no ill
But I couldn’t live long
with this iron chill

The Promise II

Outside the weather
reminds me again
that winter’s still here
with the wind and the rain
It’s blowing so hard
with a howl and a moan
from the cold of the north
where it’s festered and grown

Hibernation

Most times on these cold winter days
you’ll find me snug inside
as chilliness and cold are things
I really can’t abide

Give me a pen and paper and
some music and you’ll see
that I’m content to stay indoors
and let the winter be

Winter Days

These cold weekends of winter
keep us warm indoors most days
For it is frigid out there
devoid of warming rays
So we’d rather stay here snug and warm
with music, books and cheer
in our jumpers and our slippers
instead of winter gear

Pining for summer

So, winter has me in its grip
and won’t let go right now
Her cold and icy fingers
spider-like across my brow
Shivering, I try to smile
and brave the worst of it
But winter’s not what I’m about
and never seems to fit

Viral Cold in Winter

 

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Plugged head.

Constant drip.

Almost frame-like

The calendar has flipped a page.

The month of November is on its way.

Elusive Warmth

Here I sit
At my desk
Painfully
Giving birth
To another poem.

The Winter Word

If I were a penguin
I’m sure I’d think it nice
when all was cold around me
and the ground was thick with ice

Home in the warm

The air was so brittle
it brought a chill to the bone
So I wasn’t out long
before heading for home
Much better instead to
curl up with a book
with just the occasional
glance up for a look

Pea soup days

It really was a pea soup day
with freezing fog all ’round
reducing visibility
with ice upon the ground
Everywhere was coated white
not from snow but frost
and in the thick and murky fog
it was easy to get lost

Wintertime tangents

Off at a tangent
at this time of year
When it’s still wintertime
but the spring is quite near
It’s getting lighter each day
and at evening time too
And though trees are still bare
there are signs of the new

The winter bully

Breath escapes in tiny clouds
a whisper to the chill
as icy iron fingers grab
and hassle me at will
I’m minding my own business
A summer’s child adrift
Lost in this cold wilderness
and feeling somewhat miffed

Bridging the gap

So winter comes to bridge the gap
as summer fades away
A chill with morning, ice on cars
and frost ‘most every day

Autumn on the wall

Betwixt the green, the turning red
up there on the wall
Cold heralds signs of changing
as Autumn comes to call

Heading Home

I take the square window and fold it up,
Tuck it inside the small cupboard upon my left lung
And under my heart. The road is a leviathan’s tail
Serpentine across the North American continent,

Critics who thrive to Criticize.

 

 

 

Critics are the last ones to criticize “themselves.”

Iron Heart’s

 

Human nature is so fickle.

Brrrrr!

Of a morning when cold
In Sussex fields, green
my thoughts turn to summer
and warmer days seen
The sun might be shining
the sky might be blue
but it’s winter I’m feeling
in my bones through and through

Winter II

It was cold, there was ice
there was white all around
and the puddles had frozen
right there on the ground

January’s Shivering Smile

 

Tangible this winter chill
In January’s raw intent
As beneath these spectred morning veils
the silent mist is sent

Cold Christmas (Poem for Christmas – poetry challenge)

Poem for Christmas – poetry challenge

 

Can I ask your indulgence for just a mo?
and to picture a scene with me?
It’s cold and it’s started snowing
And down there, close to the sea

There’s an empty bus shelter and an old cardboard box
And a man on a bench looking grim
Do you remember that day when you were shopping in town
Can you not remember him?

We dream of yellow

 

In the gun-metal grey of midwinter
When cold grips vice-like
and, huddled in blankets
we stay cocooned in the warmth
of a fruitcake and hot tea afternoon
and dream of yellow

Thinking of summer when cold

 

When it’s cold in the winter
I will look to the sun
and think back to the summer
as I have always done
Back to the days
of whimsy and breeze
when a cool wisp is welcome
rustling quiet through the leaves

November Mnemonic: Acrostic Poem

 

Now
Overtly chill
Vacant
Echoes
Move
Briskly across the
Ephemeral
Remains of an ever

Cold Night

Cold is the night

Crystalline breaths

In a stormless sky