A warm autumn sky, a bright afternoon, and a half‑moon trying not to be noticed.
Our Shy Half-moon
In our sunny Autumn sky,
the afternoon’s silvery half-moon
is naturally simple to pinpoint.
Especically
if you study your moon-chart app’
before you dip your eyes
into the dazzling blue yonder.
But beware — do not stare.
Our daytime moon is rather shy
about being exposed
by the sun’s intrusive glare.
A bright little moon‑tune to echo beneath the daylight sky.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
As the sky deepened to red, the day’s meaning settled softly around us.
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Lest We Forget (a Haiku)
Twilight’s blood red sky
Quietly reminded us
About ANZAC Day
Ivor Steven © April 2026
Late‑autumn warmth and a sky washed clear — moments of sunshine worth pausing for.
Beyond Blue (a Haiku)
From beyond the blue
Here, within your universe
The sun shines on you
This song appeared unprompted today, as if from beyond the blue.
A soft sky‑note to carry you toward tomorrow’s light.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
A quiet moment at dusk, evening settling softly around me, unaware the sky hosted its own surprise to share.
Lucky Man: an Evening Surprise (a Tanka)
There I stood waiting
for the wattlebird to fly
out of his gum tree.
Quickly, I snapped a photo —
surprise … do you see it too?”
Sometimes you’re just lucky enough to be standing in the right place at the right time.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
“There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in” … Leonard Cohen
“The sky cracked open for a heartbeat, and the light played its own soft melody.”
Through the Widening Crack
Twilight’s canopy of clouds
eclipses the evening sky
with an embracing violet shroud.
However, the squinting sunlight
was silently trying to wave goodbye
through the widening crack
above the sun’s transient eye.
And there on nature’s colourful curtain,
I saw columns of light
ascend the nebulous mountain;
then I wondered
whether I was witnessing the world’s
grand celestial pipe organ
playing a lullaby to the purple night
Ivor Steven © April 2026
After a stretch of nostalgic posts and tender reflections, I found myself drawn back to the calm of the outdoors today. There’s something reassuring about standing under a wide sky, watching a flock move as one — a reminder that even a quiet gatecrasher can find a place to belong.
One of the Crowd
Beneath the drifting clouds,
within the circling flock
who ritually gather
from all around the block,
I enjoy being one of the crowd —
and I’m socially allowed
to be a peaceful gatecrasher.
In the easy company of wings and drifting light, I found my way back to calm.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
As the evening sky burned low, it carried me back to a younger road — one lit with promise, before time dimmed the colours I thought would last.
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Along This Road
Once upon a time —
when I was young, and life glowed,
I came along this road
where twilight’s crimson light
meets the edge of night.
Beyond once upon a time,
I saw her candle of joy turn white,
and her happy fire fell out of sight.
Thereafter, her merciless plight
became an ongoing, cruel fight.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
Nine crows rise beneath a watching moon, each carrying a whisper of the hour.
Nine Crows and the Moon
I suppose it’s in my DNA,
as is my way,
like every other day.
I look up from under
my old tattered beret,
then begin to wonder
who’s at play today?
At nine minutes to noon,
ten is the number —
nine crows plus the moon.
Soon it’ll be afternoon,
and the midday crescent moon,
will be retiring to his bedroom.
A tune to keep the moon company as the morning clears away.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
Featured Image Above: From the far edge of light, a voice rises — calling across distance, across darkness, urging the soul to fly toward the light.
Hello, dear readers and followers. I contribute to Coffee House Writers magazine (USA) every second week, and I’m delighted to share that my latest poem, “Arise With My Light,” appears in the new issue. You can read it by following the link below.
>> Arise With My Light – Coffee House Writers
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Until Eyes Hear Sound
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Perceptions:
Amazon >> Perceptions : Steven, Ivor, Knight, Derrick: Amazon.com.au: Books
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Tullawalla:
Amazon >> Tullawalla A Meeting Place Where My Empty Hands are Full of Memories and Rhymes : Steven, Ivor: Amazon.com.au: Books
OR: >> You may email me directly for a signed copy at
ivorrs20@gmail.com … and I can send you a PayPal account,
for the Book, plus Postage.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
Here in the quiet between sun and trees, I steady myself before the day’s cold fire.
The World’s Cold Old Fire
Beyond the trees,
I see our warm old sun.
We do not have another one.
Above the trees,
I see our bold old moon.
We do not have another one.
Among the trees,
here I stand
on earth’s wartime cremated land.
We do not have another one.
Here I sway,
with hand on my heart —
I do not have another one.
I’m being immorally overwhelmed
by the world’s cold old fire.
We do not need another one.
A song to walk with through the world’s cold old fire.
Ivor Steven © April 2026
