Morning at Lithia Park
The road unpaved, waved winding red
high pines, unfettered buried feet
under, needles strawed
Fragrance, piney sways shifting
warmth of sap, bark bled
Lithia springs reign clear
a tumbled water song
Owl tree softly spoke
lily fawn so slept,
caressed by mourning cloak
Sun begins to edge the hills
wings rise, fly the morning fog
Fritillaria bends light, leaning into
daybreak's mantra song
