Lightest of breeze, Sea in the air
Sounds of children playing down there
Green on the shingle, Cabbage White
Occasional bird in lazy flight
Blue of the sky, blue of the sea
White wispy clouds, soft buzzing bee
Shimmering distantly Worthing pier
Sometimes hazy, sometimes clear
Moored on horizon, fishing boats
Whilst nearer in shore swimmers float
Out to the east is Brighton’s sprawl
High in the air a seagull’s call
Perfect now the weather’s fine
Lancing Beach in summertime
Trace me with your fingers
From my head down to my toes
From the mountains to the valley
Let your fingertips disclose
My limbs and all my branches
And the curving of my nose
Let me feel your gentle strokes
Marking out my pose
Caught a glimpse of yellow
through the kitchen door
whipped the iPhone quickly out
to capture what I saw
First forsythia growing
heralding the Spring
make me feel quite happy
caused my heart to sing
Wrapping arms tightly around
the grey cloud in the sky
the sunshine warmly smiled
saying 'no more need to cry'
'You're done today, your tears have fed
the world down there below
but now it's time to rest
and let my smiles now gently glow'
Whose nose is this? I thought as I passed
close by to the hole in the gate
it looked lovely and the sounds from within
were those to appreciate
For all the brown heifers were gathered in there
lounging about in the straw
save for the one with her nose poking through
at Middle Farm here to adore
If you're reading this now
on the day it appears
on line on the web
you will be in arrears
For most of the work
that I publish each day
comes from the past
in a meaningful way
Found a field of snowdrops
along the Pilgrim Trail
it was a wonder to hehold
and latterly regale
So much so that we all paused
to take pictures for a while
as this little slice of heaven
was a thing to bring a smile
As I sit here writing to You after all the intervening years since our time together I
am still so amazed and thankful that my memories of You and Us are as vivid as the day we made them.
We walked from Berwick Station
hardy throng against the wind
forging through the countryside
no need here for chagrin
For this was long awaited
a walk for birthday treat
in a February Sussex
with the snowdrops looking sweet
A few miles along the Pilgrim Path
to Charleston House near Firle
with smiles of cheer on all our minds
and on our lips a curl
There's a sunset coming though a ways off yet
I can see the glow to the West
as the evening time approaches now
a bid at my behest
It's yellow, pink and pastel
and full of warming glow
foretelling of a different time
that all too soon I'll know
Little short poems here by the day
doing their bit to keep blues away
from the mind of a poet with something to say
as he has done of these years
A pen that rarely stays still despite all
of the circumstances that will daily befall
and come to the fore with a hark and a a call
as they have done all of these years
It's been said that the darkness
with the moon in the sky
speaks of the night time
though morning is nigh
Not that you'd know for
there's no light in sight
not even an inkling
in the blackness of night
Yet what is that glow
in the east very feint?
Yes, that is the the day
though at present it ain't!
Today it is the sixtieth
that we have seen so far
in twenty twenty-three
now March is here on par
Equal that is to Springtime
in meteorological term
the first day that it happens
you will be pleased to learn
For we are done with winter
warmth is now what we all need
to brush away the cobwebs
and bring new life with speed
Yes I know it's a bit shorter
but the slip-sliding away
this year is quite amazing
as it's February's last day
Now March is nigh upon us
and the winter's almost done
so I suspect in thirty more
we'll know the spring has come
So though another month
has left us now this year
I'm not that disappointed
as the warmer days are near
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