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

Surety

I was not mistaken
The light it was there
As the brightness envelops
me here in its glare

That promise of hope
which each new year brings
Echos crescendo
as unison sings

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

White

In white there’s essence of the new
January starts the year afresh
As we from hibernation
awaken from our winter rest

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

Twenty Nineteen

I have confidence that
now the year end is here
That twenty eighteen
will end with good cheer
For it’s swiftly flown past
and been full to the brim
with all of the memories
contained here within

Tri-Haiku IX (yellow)

A little yellow
as a splash against the green
Memory of warmth

This yellow fills me
Drives away my winter blues
Hums a cheerful song

And I am yellow
Reflecting the sunshine here
I shine to the day

Winter with me now

1 of 3

Eight line stanza thinking of
the winter with me now
Brittle chill, not warming sun
cold upon my brow
But dressed up warm its good to brace
the iron winter chill
for as it passes Springtime looms
and ever closer still

A little summer still

There’s yellow in the garden
a little summer still
despite the fact it’s winter
and we have November chill

So I’ll hold this to my heart
for its promise is right there
Reminding me that summer
will be mine again to share

The Circle II

This time of day it changes
at each different time of year
Certain little nuances
as morning time draws near

Faith, Creation and Creator

First posted on http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on May 15,2018

Rose is a rose
By any other name
Creator, not sanctioned by
One’s own faith
Why is not the same

Of the sun

Winter clung fast
to April’s last day
with rain and strong winds
to greet first of May

Yet there is still time
for the sunshine to come
with promise of summer
born of the sun

Under rainbows

Walked home under rainbows
in a leaden sky
Gave me pause to wonder
as I hurried by
The hope left in that promise
all those years ago
With rain and shine a beauty
ever there on show

BST

All hail to lighter evenings
with British Summer Time
A promise waiting in the wings
of warmer things in line

And walking home this evening
the birdsong in the air
proved to me they thought the same
and shared that promise there

RAINBOWS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Rainbows,
A Vision Of Beauty
Amid Cloudy Skies
A Symbol Of Hope
And Promise

About time…

Although it’s still winter
by the library today
I spotted some blossom
in the trees by the way

Twelve months three

No 8. of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months’ series

The most appropriate flower
that the first of March could bring
is the daffodil with yellow
which promises the Spring

HAIKU: A PROMISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Promise

Silence – A Punishment

Painted by Me

“Truth is like surgery, it hurts but cures. 

Life is like painkiller, it cures but has side effects forever”

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

Brilliant

The glare was quite brilliant
from the bridge with the blue
and the sunshine so bright
that it looked almost new
The river was brimming
the tide really high
with soft wavelets lapping
as I wandered by

THE PLEDGE OF MY HEART

By Charles Robert Lindholm

My Eyes
Will Always
Answer You
Wonderings

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

There was gold…

There was gold on the horizon
Out there across the sea
As we drove back into Shoreham
My soulmate, Sal and me
It filled the sky above us
With clouds tinged pink and bright
Heralding a promise
As we’re told to bring delight

A soliloquy for Christmas

A soliloquy for Christmas
with a little introspection
Thinking of the year that’s been
in pensive contemplation
And looking forward to the next
anticipation growing
For all the promise that’s in store
A smile, as I’ve the knowing

THERE ARE SECRETS I CAN’T TELL

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

There are secrets
I can’t ever tell, 

well,
at least not
until
I reach my
final destination
in hell 

Yellow Three

Seven colours, seven days
Yellow’s here today
The third one in the rainbow
and my favourite, I’d say

Paper Promises

Upon my dresser sits a bowl
With slips of paper filled.
They bear a message to my soul,
By pen and ink there quilled.