A poem I wote in November 2019, which is in my book Tullawala, on page 23.
Ripples of Inconsiderateness (Tullawalla, page23)
Today, an arctic wind blow’s
I have winter socks on my toes
Spring’s forgotten to fill our garden barrow
Cold rains are still falling on the meadows
And on the ranges, there is new snow
Here, the ripples on the bay steeply grow
Shoreline sands are stinging airborne ammo
Our midday sun, did fail to show
Like a ship’s stowaway hiding in the cargo
He’ll be found warming himself in Moscow
It’s time to unload our winter crossbow
Give summer a turn to be the star of the show
Ivor Steven (c) November 2022
Go Dog Go Café 
I like this. I think it’s very relatable how we feel about the weather and very clever
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Thank you for your thoughtful comments, and here in Geelong we are having another cold start to our spring …
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Good to you back Ivor. A lovely poem
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Thank you Sadje … I’m still not at my best . but I’ll be ok
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Take care my friend
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🤗😊🌏
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