Curlews shrill and dingoes howl
Beneath the dawning sky,
And still the Scorpion blazes
In the west.

The sleeper,
Wakened by the unaccustomed sounds,
Strolls through the morning
Pausing here to wonder at a plant,
There at a bird,
And life stands still.

The light grows stronger, brighter;
The stars blink out
And playing fields of green
Replace the blackened spaces of the night.

The walker turns,
His footsteps homeward tracing,
Contented in this land of winter sunshine.