A lone mockingbird

Virtuoso of morning

Discovers new songs

A torpid tortoise

Retreats to the midday shade

Slumbering slowly

Accept the good stuff

The random fractions of grace

They are everywhere

When the grass grows green

The lovers lie mouth to mouth

Shamelessly embraced

This is a fine trail

With the afternoon ahead

There’s time to mosey

With thin hands folded

Her eyes invite our honor

Ask what I suffer

Rejoice the nameless

Beauty without reference

Inscrutable peace

He is mendicant

Made poor by ravenous love

Hungry and alone

The dawn smells sweetest

Colorless and still shadowed

Dampened with night's dew

The sedulous dove

Hearkening the call of spring

Attends her new nest

Surrounded by songs

Daybreak on the San Pedro

Peace without thinking