No sooner resolved never
to write another line
the habit of resolution
being so strong,
the air turned suddenly
sweet outside her window –
the longed-for stirring slow-start
hesitant splutter, first rain’s
rustling pitter over pear trees
eucalypt and star-studded stephanotis,
gripping her round the heart
deep into wakening dark where
the canny chortle of enchanted
magpies let her gently go