Cilantro gone to seed
Looks a lot like Queen Anne’s Lace
Plump, dew dripped blackberries
Protected by brambles and snakes
Makes them more enticing
Coffee steam and tobacco swirls
A sign of man about
Disturbs not birdsong or cock’s crow
Earth’s morning dance
With Grandfather Sun burning
Through cool mountain mist
Mello chases bees
From nectar buffet
Rocky howls for freedom at the
Jackrabbit twitching in tall milk thistle
Air heavy with wild honeysuckle and
Sour dampness of red clay
Somewhere beyond
A deep oak fire diffuses dawn’s chill.
And so begins the day.
