Steps (December)

December, both spring and summer, is a majestic storm cloud at daybreak. Waves make steps of water. Watch sea, dark beneath the walls of water floating heavily towards Wye River! Wye’s hills are everywhere steps after bushfire repair. Time to sleep-in, set the clock by it, time for more safe dreams: steps taken unexpectedly turn erotic and gold-rose. Waking for breakfast the sun dazzles, dazes. It’s still dry outside. Watch wrens land and turn upon the stone step boulders! The storm has moved inland, stepped above the forests where mileage is meaningless. Imagination must accommodate start-up of the day’s machinery.