Hoot, listen and learn
The old wise owl said sternly
Hoot, then he adjourned
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Hoot, listen and learn
The old wise owl said sternly
Hoot, then he adjourned
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
I missed out on the dawn sky
morning did pass me by
daylight grew wings and learnt to fly
my horizon fades out of sight
and twilight will turn into night
before I begin to write
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Hello dear readers and followers, as you may know, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “Water-wrinkled Hands And Sand Between My Toes”, is in this weeks edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to read my poem, at Coffee House Writers >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/water-wrinkled-hands/
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022


Above Images: My doggie Frankie, on his early morning walkie.
Before The Bell Rings
I am changing my daily routine
Now summer is in full swing
Hot like a fiery lantern
Before the breakfast bell rings
I will leave early and go walking
With doggie in tow, happily prancing
We will bathe in golden sunrises
Under the cobalt blue skies
Adorned with white cirrus stripes
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Please Note: The Idyll winery estate, located in the picturesque Moorabool Valley area, is only 15 km from my front door, and are well renowned for their award winner Cabernet Sauvignon blends … 2021 – New York International Wine Competition – Idyll Victoria Cabernet Sauvignon – Gold


Waiting In Line
lazing in a valley of vines
under the summer sunshine
with a bottle of Idyll wine
drank in no time
dandy and sublime
heeds no rhyme
beyond an imaginary climb
along the river of time
that awaits a final line
after life’s closing pantomime
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022




Photos: Please note, that all the “Snail” images here on this post, were taken by Derrick Knight, who at my request, kindly delved through his many years of Archives, especially for this article and I am sincerely grateful for his generosity and diligence.
Winter Snails (a Haiku)
Autumn leaves did fall
A winter sun warms our souls
Snails renew their trail
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
The morning after
Daylight suddenly became noon
As I hazily forgot
About the midnight moon
That sparkled in a glass of champagne
Stirred by my evening’s silver spoon
Which are now hovering
Under the ceiling fan
Of my slithery room
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
A deluge of fat rain drops
Larger than an army of flying frogs
Bounding over tumbling logs
Quickly flooded my driveway
With rivers of bubbling ponds
Wildly racing in busy relays
That blindly drowned my lazy Sunday
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Apple blossom and white lilies are flowers that symbolize peace, but we need more than nature’s beautiful flowers to set the white doves free …
White Flowers (a Haiku)
May we all see peace
Bloom beyond the seasonal
Lilies and blossom
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022
Featured Image Above: Of the Kananaskis Mountains, Alberta, Canada (West of Calgary), taken by my uncle, Dick Meyer (Dec.), from August 1997 …
From The North
Winter will not die
Nor relinquish his title
Without a cold blast
Howling over frozen bones
Of ancestors who have passed
Ivor Steven (c) January 2022