The rising sun’s fiery-orange rays
splash like embers on the branches
of the magnolia and ficus
signaling the waking hours
of squawking parrots and crows,
lawnmowers, hum of the motorized world.
Gone the wolf-hour sounds of fog horns,
breaking surf, barking seals,
you breathing lightly on my shoulder.
© by Erle Kelly.
Used with the author’s permission.