Airborne life circling , the pan flutes of thick
cover , gully and granite precipice awash in song
Magenta dusk towers the white pine treetops , crows
portend the birth of the moon , herons wallow in
six o'clock shadows , river dancers cross the mirrored
narrows  
Dove ballads echo for miles , gulf breezes crackle parched
canopies , a piedmont landscape offering me hope , reason
and sanity* ..