Before my unseeing eyes
the slim sweetcorn spears
erupt into the light. Clusters
of hard green globes on cherry branches
yellow towards their reddening.
Black wattle trees are tipped with promise and
the dragon lizards have long since
laid their ivory tinted oval eggs,
digging furious and watchful,
the secret burrows,
tamping down the earth,
spreading careful camouflage
when the work is done.
Their young are already hatching,
basking is sun strewn places
and the sun, the sun!
hurrying now to the zenith.

Eyeless, indoors at my keyboard, all curtains closed
against seduction, I sit, fingers flickering,
reluctant, across the keys.