A California Morning
I saw the mustard plants waist high,
And a burst of golden poppy flowers.
The bounty made my heart lurch,
Seeing such horizontal, fragile towers.
The cry of a quail quivered through the air.
Hatchlings marched in a precarious row.
The mother strutted as mothers will,
Pride and joy bobbing to and fro.
A fresh breeze scattered essence of lilacs,
The bush a chapel of luxurious scent.
Spring in the air, in the sights, in the sounds,
A morning walk, time well spent.