


A Darwin Orange Sunset
Twilight’s
Burly orange sky
Bedazzled my eyes
When
The hessian horizon
And the sun’s waxing resin
Flung
Streams of yellow beams
Across the paddock’s
Furrowed seams
Golden ponds
Flooded
Over the meadow
But did not drown
The field’s residing
Scarecrow
The arbitrary warrior
Accepted the world’s
Rotary mirror
And innately smiles
About being a human’s
Privileged curator
Ivor Steven (c) June 2025










































