Aubade

Mornings are for prayers And silky rays of sunshine Peeking over the mountain range Mornings are for Jacks Bounding over the desert sand And for Coyotes retreating To the far off hills Mornings are for doves Cooing on the telephone wires And the quail bunched together Moving their tiny feet impossibly fast Mornings are for clear blue skies And the Santanas scented breezes Gently moving the leaves on the Creosote and the Desert Willow Mornings are a renewal of life One more chance to make things right With the maker Of all things February 25 2016 Twenty Nine Palms California.