Wandering over shadowless ground
Did you notice too?
The clouds loomed darker this morning
And their bleakness was edging closer
Have they lost their way too?
Did you notice?
The birds sounded sadder this morning
They were not singing their awakening tunes
Actually! Where have all the birds gone
Have they fled from home too?
Ivor Steven (c) March 2022
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During the month of February, my stunning Day Lily begins to bloom, and my poem today was originally written in February 2018
Day Lily and Love
Upon my pillow I sleep
Good morning, I do peek
From the cushion of my dreams
To my garden’s radiating beams
Blushing red hues, oh so bright
You bloom during the night
After cuddling the dew
You open up your scenic view
Flowering, standing proud and steep
Perfection at my feet
A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove
And by sunlight, you air your love
Ivor Steven (c) February 2018
Are we ever going to change?
Our attitudes
Are we ever going to open our eyes?
To the faded colour of our sky
Are we clever enough to hear?
The distress of nature’s sounds
Are we brave enough to declare?
The truth within our hearts
When will it be safe enough to feel?
Stardust between our toes
Have we a strong enough backbone?
To unload all the foolish gold
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Featured Image: by wallpapers: Chameleon Wallpapers
Chameleon
I am slippery like an eel
I slide among the field
My mood changes with the breeze
I can be cold as ice in a freeze
Or I can be warm as toast
Sunbathing on a tropical coast
I can be a chameleon in the trees
Not easy to see, but ready to please
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
Understanding our time
Is no easy rhyme
After self-destruction
There is resurrection
After the fall
There is winter and spring
After the blossom
There is fruit to eat
After last years sour feast
There is nature’s regeneration
At our feet
After the cycle repeats
Can our dirty clouds be revived?
To rebirth our wheat
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
On Weekly Prompts, the monthly Colour Challenge is; The Golden Hour. Please go over and visit their fabulous site by clicking >> HERE. and my poem “Pure White Gold” is my response to today’s prompt ..
Pure White Gold
we all have our worth
here on mother earth
the apple I ate today was pure white
did I do wrong, or was I right?
to have that unadulterated bite
knowing all eyes do not share my golden insight
it is a crying shame
that our dreams are not all the same
who is to blame
for this loveless game
please give us some hope
so we may live to cope
Ivor Steven (c) February 2022
me and my shadow
are searching for tomorrow
despite decades of sorrow
there is no time left to borrow
I hope there is someone to take care of me
set my spirit free
among nature’s ancient trustees
maybe they will let my soul flow into the sea
but please stop, and count to three
before all your axes fell all our trees
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
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
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