Sunday morning and the cold rain is still falling from the sky. Looks like our wet winter began way back in May, however despite the freezing weather, I’m dressing-up in my winter woollies and venturing out again today…… and I graciously accept this is our fate for the next few days, as I continue participate in life, in every-way, of everyday…. Below I’ve re-posted some of my wintry poems and Haiku’s that I’ve recently written……
Rain In May
The day is one of rain.
Washing streets of thoughts down the drain.
Cleansing the stains.
Flooding the silence again.
The day is dismal and grey.
Drowning the sun, it begun in May.
Many years full of dismay.
Pouring rain’s, here to stay
Cold Rain
Time’s, I played in rain
Today I worked in the cold
Wet and shivering
Autumn’s fat rain drops
Have lost their warmth and softness
Winter’s hard as ice
Haiku: Winter Rain
Chilling winter rains
Heavy big drops of coldness
Spread by icy winds
Haiku: Hail And Sun
Hail slaps the pavement
Bitumen puddles shimmer
Winter sun bursts through
Ivor Steven (c) August 2019

Good Sunday morning to you Ivor! Love the winter rain poetry, it speaks to my heart, this rainy day girl feels very cosy reading your poems this morning. Stay warm and be safe on those slippery roads dear friend. It’s hazy here, the fires are burning in Indonesia and blowing across the Malacca Straits to us, not pleasant but it gives the sun an eerie glow!
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Thank you dear Gina, and I’ll rugging up, and I shall be catching a taxi, too wet and cold to be going out by bus…..
Yes I know about that eerie hazy sun glow, which occurs during our bad bushfires over summer…. xxx
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yes it was stifling yesterday, the smell of burning in the air.
enjoy your day Ivor
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Thanks Ivor for that dramatic
poetic climactic weather report.
I was oblivious to your southern plight
whilst roaming a northern tropical coast
of last resort 😎
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I’m probably over exaggerating, but it’s bloody cold for Geelong…..
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May the hot water bottle
be with you, Ivor 😎
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Electric blanket is working well
I’ll be asleep before the bell
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Almost mid August and the summer weather has been appalling here in the North of England. We have had more cool and rainy days than we have had warm ones. This morning looks as though it will be another wet, miserable windy one!
Hope you have a good evening Ivor, stay warm and dry. 🙂☔️🍺
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My day out has been well worth the effort to get out and about……
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I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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I hope that the sunshine finds you again soon Ivor :O) x
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Such a lovely collection of wintry poems! Enjoyed them on a hot and humid Sunday. Stay warm.
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Thank you Punam, my day has been pleasant, and I’ve managed to stay warm…………
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You are welcome, Ivor!
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Lovely to read if you’refeeling hot and bothered Ivor. I can’t wait for winter, and to lose this stifling weather! Bring it on! It refreshed me to read these.
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Oh … wow we do live in opposite hemispheres.. xx
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Loved the poem Ivor. X
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I appreciate that you read my poems, thank you… xxx
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“Bitumen puddles shimmer” is a great line
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Thank you Derrick, as I lay in bed here, listening to the rain again
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If I could I would send you some of our sun Ivor. I think it rained once last week but I’m so sun blind I can’t remember. Makes for great writing weather, as seen in the above writing!!!
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He’s got all the right angles 😊♥️
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Terrific climatic poetry Ivor. You need a warm dog on your bed!
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An extra blanket will have to suffice for the moment 😉
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Wonderful;y penned!!
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Thank you Beckie
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Always a pleasure, Ivor!! 😉
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Thank you for your rainy day weather report, Ivor! Whether in May or August, I can enjoy the pitter-patter of raindrops by reading your poem.
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The pitter-patter has just woken me up… at 2.50am, wow it’s loud….
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Oh, oh!
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Your rain memories have become beautiful poems…filled with vivid images…igniting our senses and emotions! Those cold rains are so different from those showers on a warmer day. Stay safe, dry, warm, and well, Ivor!
HUGS!!! 🙂
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I do like the sound of the rain and the powerful effect it conjures in our emotions……
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I love the rain, too! It’s sound. Watching it. Walking in it. Dancing in it. 🙂
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