This morning I sat on my lanai
and there I watched a butterfly
it flitted from leaf to bulb to twig
then soared along the crest
of October wind
The bees
they were present too
preparing loquats born
below winter’s moon
And beyond the shrill hull
of locust call
a songbird chirped her
pleasant psalm
And all these things
before the hour of ten
Would if I could have
this morning again
To sit in solitude
with nature
at my shoulders
To notice perhaps
what do not others
