January 2021 - Poem and Blog
In recent years I have often tried to write about what New Year and new beginnings might mean for me. Here’s my offering for this 2021, accompanied by a pic of my trusty bike.
New Year, new beginnings
An owl screeches as my wheels crunch the frost
On pavements and roads towards the coming year.
It is forward, always forward, the must,
The imperative to face, embrace each fear.
I stop by the silent, icy park to breathe;
This is allowed, my heart can then catch up,
Beat through each change, each little death
Which promise growth and firm, green buds of hope.
The roads are clear of traffic at this time,
Lights of takeaways mimicking the stars
Confuse my journey, I have hills to climb,
Discoveries to make, the future nears.
My front lamp beams through darkness now
Until the dawn which always comes somehow.
©James Nash 2021
End of Year Frolics
Every Boxing Day for the last ten years or so I have shivered on a beach somewhere near Bridlington while my partner David and our good friend Kevin splash into the sea for charity. This year they were wearing fancy dress Viking helmets, perhaps reflecting the history of this wild and cliff-edged coast. Many, many dog-walkers were out. Folk were taking the air and enjoying the chilly midwinter sun.
At one pint a happy beagle galloped wagging up to us to say hello pursued by its anxious owner, who grinned at us and indicating Kevin and David in the sea, said warmly, ’They must be bloody mad!’
Suddenly everyone was smiling, a community of good humour, more than ever necessary in these troubling times.
May I extend my best wishes and love for 2021. I’m looking forward to a time when I can hug you all again.