The Meadow and the Red Rose




The Meadow and the Red Rose


There’s a golden hush where field mustard sways,
spring’s quiet rebellion against the grey.

White butterflies flutter over the yellow meadow,
spreading pollen and love like a dissipating rainbow.

Morning glory unfurls a mauve lawn —
brief as breath, bold as dawn.

In time, the shepherd’s clock closes gently,
whenever the weather bells chime hourly.

Meanwhile, my front garden’s red rose sentinel
Stoically stands guard over my daily spectacle.








Ivor Steven (c) November 2025

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

38 thoughts on “The Meadow and the Red Rose”

  13. so so SO beautiful and brilliant, Ivor…your photos, your poem, your song choice!
    Majestic guards safeguarding all. 🙂 Yay for Spring quietly rebelling so “loudly” in bold vibrant colors and sweet lingering scents! 🙂
    (((HUGS))) ❤️🌹💚🌹❤️

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    1. And thank you for your beautiful words, Nancy … I’m exhausted again and walking in nature and writing about the birds is relaxing for me … today we’ll escape to the cafe, away from my computer and manuscript, and relax in my favourite place 😍💕🐶

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