


A Story Untold
Winter has been blatantly bold.
My wings are crusty and cold.
However, they are not feeling too old
To fly away from the fold,
And land upon a distant threshold
My safety scaffold
Has been put on hold.
Then, I wisely paroled
My Traveller’s blindfold,
And, as foretold,
Today, I became re-enrolled
To resume my story untold.
Ivor Steven (c) July 2025






























