Sunrise On the Living Desert

Streaks of pink 'cross morning skies. Land shaded lemon; last star dies… Lightening blue spreads far and wide, a half red sun. New dawn’s arrived. This living desert yawns and wakes. A foreign sparrow flits and takes what morsel that darkness denied to night feeders who now hide. The sun begins its golden rise. Shadows bear before my eyes. Range of mountains now in view look purple hazed and crumpled too. A gentle breeze blows cool and soft. A drifting hawk soars past aloft. A static call echo's the morning. Somewhere close, the first days warning. There's golden bloom on mulga's face, saltbush combines in shadow space, a rabbit warren mounds the sand! Three's company seems hand in hand. The rugged hillside carved away, gorged and furrowed brown and gray. Eroded sand displays the shale, where layered seams look to impale. Tufted grasses dry and withered, amongst that broken shale that slivered. Stand out quartz already bright; The rising sun turns glistening white. A different swallow, black and white; blue backed wrens dart out of sight. Sunning now on walking tracks, lay together; shingle backs. And now the scene spreads far and wide, to struggling wattle; sheer cliff side. On closer look near at the base, three kangaroos take a two-step pace. Stillness lingers, there's an unknown call, what bird is that? I love them all! And the red plain grows beneath blue skies, as the living desert welcomes sunrise.