January Flowers

Welcome to my latest poetry collection. Because the first month of the year can be rather a bleak one I decided to take photos of various flowering plants as I noticed them shoot up both inside and outside, then write a poem about each one. Seeing three sweet little Campanula flowers appear in a sheltered spot of the garden was an unexpected winter treat. 

I hope the poetry adds a ray of sunshine to your winter days. 

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First Snowdrops

A blanket of damp earth
Hiding all signs of life
Naked branches painted
On a canvas of grey skies.

Peeping through the bracken
The winter ballerinas raise
Their graceful white heads,
They give a butterfly like wave.

Suddenly the grey skies
Fade into a silver mist,
The snow queens are smiling
As they blow me a kiss.

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Winter Jasmine

Gently refreshed
By winter dew,
Smiling faces
Peeping at you
Through a mesh,
A giant bird's nest
Bursts of sunshine
And happiness.
Through grey skies
And misty views
These winter stars
Always shine for you.

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Hyancinths

She's a vision in white,

with sun dancing on

her sleek, satin petals.

A fountain of stars

and chiming bells,

she fills the room

with intricate charm.

A shimmering bride

with a bodice of pearls

and fine embroidery.

Her beauty shines

from deep within,

And when you see

her touching display

everything but her 

beauty will dissolve

in a fragrant cloud

of peace and harmony.

Nestled in 

their rich green beds,

a satin tapestry,

a white cascade

of tubular bells

a fragrant harmony.

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Campanula

They must have appeared
When my back was turned,
On the back of a sunbeam,
Or a breath of fresh air.

Their delicate leaves
Are like butterfly wings,
An intricate patchwork
Etched into pure silk.

A camera click
Of a summer cascade,
These stars are shining
Through a purple blue haze.

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Sunset Poems

Firstly I would like to wish all of my readers a happy new year. Thank you to everyone who showed an interest in my poetry in 2019. I have plenty more lined up for the new decade.

For my first post of 2020 I thought I would add a series of poems I've written over the last few months, all of which have been inspired by sunsets at various points on the River Humber in East Yorkshire. I hope you enjoy them.

Untouchable,

majestic

ball of fire

eclipsed by clouds.

Golden ripples

like a pathway

leading to

an unknown land.

Where anything

is possible

and dreams

can come true, 

across the 

sparkling water

I extend

my hand to you.

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Mesmerizing 

golden orb

touch down 

and kiss the sea

set the sky 

and my senses on fire

rejuvenate 

the deserted beach.

Illuminating 

heavenly light,

new horizons

revealed.

Chameleon clouds

pink, orange, blue,

help me to see

things differently.

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The fading reflections

of all that could have been

shimmer gently in the wind

like the remnants of a dream.

Slowly gazing upwards

blue skies smile on me

and pale winter sunshine

gently dries my tears.

Show me new dimensions

break the chains, free my mind.

I'm drawing strength

from the explosion in the sky.

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The contours of mudflats,

tiny islands bathed in light.

Remoulded, reshaped

by the rising falling tides.

Dusk is falling all around

in shades of pink and gold,

a lonesome bird swoops down,

a silhouette against the glow.

As the night starts to fall

the sky bursts into flames,

revealing hidden depths,

no two days are the same.

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The setting sun

sheds a teardrop 

of gold into

the river of dreams

and as the wind

caresses my face

for the first time

I can breathe.

I cannot reshape

the advancing clouds

or control 

the onshore breeze,

but I will wait

for as long as it takes

for the river 

to flow back to me.

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A thousand whispered secrets

are swept away to sea

on the ever changing tides,

by the ever changing breeze.

Tentacle like branches

sprawl across a wooden fence

clumps of rugged, windswept grass - 

my journey's start, journey's end.

As I push the gate open

the sea is bathed in golden light,

knowing I can go no further

peace and sunlight flood my mind.

©Jill Webb January 2020

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