Happy New Year! It’s 2025 and about time that I posted something new here. The next big book event is World Book Day. I will be posting some poems for that amazing event a bit nearer the time. Until then, as its chilly and brrr at the moment, here are three Winter Poems. I hope you enjoy them:

WINTER KENNING

Ice-shiver frost

Snap-cackle crow

Hard-crunch boot

Soft-shimmer snow

Ram-batter wind

Moan-groan trees

Numb-stung fingers

Red-cheeks freeze.

******

FROSTY MORNING

Print cuts on the

white frosted lawn

and the trees bent over

heavy with wonder.

White sun, blurred edges

glows through a mist

where rooftops

reflect diamond beams

and sparkling light

and the air a puff

of passing breath

******

WHEN I WOKE UP ONE WINTER’S DAY

I woke to a lawn

of glimmering frost.

I woke to a sky

of robin’s egg blue.

I woke to the sound

of winter birds singing.

I woke to a day

all shining and new.

I woke to a steam

of breath in the air.

I woke to a fall of snow

on the ground.

I woke to see trees

skeletal and bare.

I woke to a wintry

tinkling sound.