On a grey
Autumn day,
I engage
With age.
Autumn Day
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I Heard Leaves Fall
I heard
Leaves fall.
Then, a solitary bird
Did call,
As I stood
In Autumn’s wood.
And I did comprehend,
Beauty, and a friend.
Flowers In My Mum’s Garden
Flowers in my mum’s garden
Bring to mind
A former time
When my grandfather grew roses.
I remember the scent
Of roses in his garden.
And my attempt
To make perfume.
In youth
Few engage with age.
And the truth
That roses,
Are gone so soon.
The Wind
My open windows.
The wind blows.
The sterile,
Becomes virile.
Autumn Must Come
Autumn must come
Soon. Who will recall
Leaves that fall?
So many men.
Yet there are
Far more fallen leaves,
Than there are men.
A Cold, Sharp Bark
A cold, sharp bark
Pearces the dark,
Interrupting a thought
I really ought
Not to indulge in,
Of women
And sin.
In the city
Those who are witty
Say, in fun,
“Civilisation is done”.
Whilst, in the dark
A fox’s bark
Sounds near, and clear.
Videos of Poet Kevin Morris reading from his book ‘Light and shade; serious (and not so serious) poems
I have just uploaded several videos to Youtube of me reading poems from my book ‘Light and Shade; serious (and not so serious) poetry. A lot of the poems were read next to the Wood near my home, and due to the wind, the sound quality is impaired.
https://www.youtube.com/user/101drewdog
A Poem From My “Selected Poems”
The traffic noise momentarily fades.
No words,
Just the singing of birds,
And a yearning for woodland glades.
(“Indefinable” can be found in my Selected Poems”, which is available here:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WW8WXPP/ (for the UK), and here https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07WW8WXPP/. (for amazon.com customers).
Fine Rain
I get wet
By this fine
Rain.
Yet,
I do not regret
For the divine
Is in the rain.
I shall get wet
Again
For when
Death does steal
Me away.
I regret
That I shall no longer feel,
The joy of a rainy day.
I Scent the Early Summer Air
I scent the early summer air,
And there
Find a hint of autumn leaves.
The trees
Hold what will be gold
Once autumn calls, and leaves
Fall down,
To the ground.
For within this early summer air,
I scent the autumn hiding there.
