A Morning Song

Morning is bright when the quail bobs her head

the leaves flame orange and red

the wind runs her hand through my hair

grandfather Sun tells me brilliant fables of humanity's youth

a thousand lilac flowers flirt vivaciously

a blue-tail lizard suns on a rock

the blue sky rolls in hills

a thousand dew drops hang from pine needles

and migrating geese swim by over-head

as I stroll to meet a charming lady for coffee