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
