Last day #1

1 of 12 in the ‘Last Day 23’ series

It's January's final day
Tuesday the thirty-first
one month gone of Twenty-Three
thirty days dispersed
I'm not sure where they've gone mind you
as it doesn't seem that long
since we were still on holiday
and singing festive song
But gone they have so onward
to the shortest month we go
What it will bring a mystery
though soon we all will know

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January’s shivering smile revisited

8 of 10 in the ‘Brittle 23’ series

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

Intrusive to beleaguered calm
Whispers like a shout
I’m a stranger in an iron-clad still
with no one else about

Yet frigid though the air might be
January serves to bring
A shivering smile through chattering teeth
that it will soon be Spring

January’s iron heart

Holding court o'er frosted mornings
as winter does its thing
and January light holds frail
whilst jesters feebly sing
the promise of a warmer clime
is vacant here and scarce
visible the absence from
the heart of one who cares
Yet still with hope resilient
resolve gains gradual muster
as subtle signs of coming Spring
break through the chill lacklustre

First V

5 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months III’ series

A first in many ways today
a new decade for one
Twenty-twenty makes a start
now twenty-teens are done
First of the year and of the month
First poem of the year
and of the decade, come to that
(This much to me is clear)
So here’s a little ditty
the first of more to come
from January through December
until this year is done

Promise IV

With one foot in yellow
the other in white
My pace takes me forward
with promise in sight

At present the mist
O’er floodplains obscures
But behind it the light
like a bright beacon lures

Leanness of January

 

 

A pleated woodpecker ensconced my front tree.

January

No.5 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months II’ series

Galanthus greets this New Year’s day
Snowdrop heads due reverence show
and as a new sun rises
sleep heads all come to know
That here is opportunity
A promise waiting in the wings
heralding the new, a first
Tugging at those old heartstrings

Twelve months one

No. 6 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘Twelve Months’ series

Delicate, I bow my head
To the first day of the year
And give to it my blessing
For happiness and cheer

Twenty eighteen, here at last
January one
I bring a snowdrop promise
To the year that’s just begun

January’s Shivering Smile

 

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

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from above

As mother ate the apple pie

The heaven flood gate opened wide