Descending

In the hazy mid‑morning light, the moon lingers above the trees as if carrying a memory too heavy to hold.





Descending


Descending through the treetops
the moon appears to stop —
pausing for a moment,
looking despondent.

Naturally, I ask
“Why such a gloomy face?”

“Only a millennium ago
the earth was a jungle of trees,
but now I perceive
only a fallow globe of woe.”




The moon moves on, whispering its sorrow to anyone willing to listen.




Ivor Steven  ©  May 2026

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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.

24 thoughts on “Descending”

  11. Excellent posting, Ivor. Truth. The moon has seen so many changes…and some of the changes are so sad. Poor moon. So blue. 😦
    As you already know, I love late night/early morning walks to commune with the moon…the moon brings me joy and peace. I hope my presence and my words of gratitude to the moon bring the moon a little peace and joy.
    ((((HUGS))) ❤️⋆⭒˚.⋆ 🌕⋆⭒˚.⋆❤️

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