Morning Whispers

Whistling palms

Visions of calm

Looking up and over

My verandah roof

Above, neighbouring wind-break trellis

Through the whisperings

A drooping willow tree

Sheltered aside

By darkened-green cypress pines

Beyond their leaf’s silhouette

The sky’s a clear

Morning blue

No gathering clouds in sight

My future arises bright

 

Ivor Steven (c)

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ivor20

A retired, part-time plumber, former Carer of my wife, for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. Writing poetry about those personal thoughts throughout and beyond the life as a Carer.

66 thoughts on “Morning Whispers”

  1. I feel the wind in the trees and the sun kissing my skin from your words, very evocative and the photo of the green leaves against the lavender sky is beautiful, how lovely that you are greeted by this in the morning today. I was humming Lavender’s Blue Dilly Dilly looking at your photograph.

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    1. Thank you Gina, it was a glorious morning and I was simply inspired, and again my words flowed easily in tune with my thoughts, clear and uncomplicated….. And I’ll have to look up Blue Dilly Dilly….

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      1. I’m enjoying our chats Gina, you’re good for my psyche πŸ˜†it’s midnight here and beauty-sleep time Ivor 🌏, not sure what time it is in Kuala Lumpur. 😴😴

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  2. Once again a great poem. I love sitting outside (in warm weather of course) and listening to the wind blow through the pine trees in front of my house. The sound has an uncanny way of finding my soul and filling it with peace and wanderings.

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