The storm passed

The storm is passed

Now,

Its grave road and
Clap and

Vigour

Now past, its

Leaf washed trouble

Its black bark

Steaming.

The storm is now

Sun stretched cloud

And insect climbing

High

The crows and magpies on the

Hunt for

These million ants

A'wing

The air is thick with

Eucalypt

The breeze still warm

And distant planes

Rush on.