Dryness Is A Leaf, A Yellowed Page Poem by james watkin

Dryness is a leaf, a yellowed page
Of the wind's crumbly scanning.
Even midst mountainy green air
Fogged of far-eyed desire
Lizards too are scholars! On paths
Of fishes they hear them rummage
Who with rod and line retire.

Of a still living earth, such as will
From thrush's beak be squirming
These are portents, Heat's iron boot
Cant stamp out! When kerbed slopes
Channel the purply flood-tide of
Jacaranda; and roads steam and hiss
For the hailed isotopes.