A Courtyard Song
The spring morn is crisp
Sun-rays cling onto my chest
Porridge and lemon-ginger tea
Refresh my sleepy soul
Courtyard flowers arouse my eyes
Music vibrates the air
With a piano tune from Ludovico Einaudi
And Frankie quietly watches on
I write a comment for Derrick
His home in England needs a plumber
Then I send a song to Susi in America
To compliment her lovely ‘Fall’ poem
Carolyn’s words enrich my heart
But she will need her tissues
When she plays the video/music song
Only 8.00 am, and my message box is full
And now, the old poet’s day begins
Ivor Steven (c) October 2021
