The Quickening

The eagles partner once again
By stretched seconds days lengthen

As buds draw colour from the light
Birds flock and gather in delight

Galahs as one, in schools display
Precision closing of the day

Currawong sings before sun
Golden syrup vibes began

They pipe again, to Ra's descent
As painters quickening hearts lament

The perfect, dusking, failing light
That wains too fast for brushes flight

All this portents that in the wind
From coiled earth will rise the spring