Shivering leaves in morning breeze
as breath forms whispering clouds
Quiet garden is still, creatures asleep
under warmth of fallen dead leaves.
Yellow orbs cloaked in waxy green
on the gnarled lemon tree
while high in the lush mesquite,
Grey-brown Thrasher sings to dawn.
©2022 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday