A Hyacinth’s Scent Last Night
A hyacinth’s scent last night
Brought such delight
To me as she stood,
Pure and white
In her box of wood.
Others unopened stood
In that box of wood.
They will flower and die
As will I.
Dog and Time
My dog delights in sunlight.
His tail responds to my hand.
The old clock’s pendulum chops.
He and I cannot command
Its inexorable chop, chop.
Yet we can take delight
In this fleeting light.
But my friend knows not
The clock must stop.
The Yew
I stood with you
By the churchyard Yew
On Palm Sunday
As children and donkey
Made their way
Passed the Yew
And into the church.
It was wonderful to see
The children happy.
But, just on the periphery
Of joy I often see
The Yew, which has survived
So many lives
Waiting for me.
Fragility
I heard children at play
On a spring day.
Their voices full of pleasure
In sunny weather.
The ice cream van came.
Then the wild wind
And the rain
Came and battered the glass
In my window frames
And reminded me
Of man’s fragility.
Rainbow
On a late March day
The spring hides away.
The sun may come
Interspersed with cold rain.
Perhaps I should go
In search of a rainbow
For I am told
That rainbows lead to gold.
I doubt tis so
But a rainbow
In a poor poet’s heart
Is surely art
And worth more than gold.
Kevin Morris was born in the city of Liverpool on 6 January 1969.
Having read history and politics at University College of Swansea Kevin moved to London where he has lived and worked since 1994.
Kevin is registered blind and composes his poetry using Job Access with Speech (JAWS) software which converts text into speech and braille enabling him to use a Windows laptop.
Congratulations Kevin. Wonderful poetry.
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