I was delighted to read this 5 star review of my recently published poetry collection Shadows and Birdsong, which is available in Kindle and paperback. To read the review please follow this link https://aspholessaria.co.uk/2026/08/17/review-of-shadows-and-birdsong-by-kevin-morris/
I saw a square
Of sunlight fall
On my study wall.
It is no longer there –
We all borrow
Each joy and sorrow
Until our square
Vanishes into empty air.
I feel the wind
On my skin
And hear him
Whisper in the trees
Reminding me of you.
I go in
And face my darkening window
Were I to die tonight
I would go happy –
Yet tomorrow will probably come.
I will walk in sun
Or rain.
Then, returning home again
I will face my window
But not the same
One as tonight
The flowers are finished in the hanging baskets
That beautified in summertime.
Now the autumn has come
And I hear knocks
From dead things in the rain and wind.
The clock on the wall
Makes a steady tick
As flowers continue to fall.
As previously mentioned here, I will be reading my poetry at Ashburton Library, Shirley Road, Croydon tomorrow, Saturday 8 November from 2-3 pm. Admission is free and refreshments will be provided. If you are in the vicinity it would be good to meet you.
Please feel free to just turn up. Or, if you wish to book please call 0207 8845175 or visit An Afternoon of Poetry with Kevin Morris | Croydon Libraries
I am delighted to announce that I will be reading my poetry at Ashburton Library in Croydon on Saturday 8 November at 2 pm. For anyone who is in the vicinity and would like to attend please follow this link for further information and to book https://croydon.events.mylibrary.digital/event?id=247174
I look forward to seeing you on Saturday 8 November.
Caught up in thoughts of work
I heard a bird sing.
I have been touched by beauty
And knowledge of my mortality.
He flies free
While I feel the futility
Of my work
When he sings.
In my adulthood
I passed by the tree
Well known to me
In my childhood.
It stands by a path
Where many have passed
That old tree
Without a glance or sigh.
Our lives move fast
As we rush to catch
Some form of transport.
And we all are caught
In time’s great web.
All our loves and lusts
Must turn to dust.
And even this great tree,
Which will outlast me,
Will be dead
I am pleased to announce that a complete recording of ‘More Poetic Meanderings’ is now available, read by me. The recording is split into four parts. To listen to my most recent uploads, please visit here for Part 3 and here for Part 4.
Part 1 can be found here whilst Part 2 can be found here.
More Poetic Meanderings is also available in Paperback and Kindle on Amazon.
I said
To my friend
That the waitress
Was aloof.
Perhaps shy.
But the truth
Is I
Wanted bed.
K Morris - Poet 