In the soft drift between yesterday’s echo and tomorrow’s hush, I found myself pausing — watching a magpie unwind in the morning light, and hearing a song carry the same quiet truth. Some moments ask nothing of us but to breathe, to notice, to be held gently in the turning of time



Unwinding (a Senryu)
Living for today
Remembering yesterday
Minding tomorrow
And in this song’s wind‑worn footsteps, my little senryu finds its own way forward.
Ivor Steven © July 2026












