the sun surprises as female this morning
suddenly peeking over
the east bay horizon
through swirls of clouds
masquerading as gray taffeta
curious as to who she can touch
what she can find
her orange reddish skirts
sprint over the land
as if to announce
It's always Carnival Season
her rays stream into every window
soaking up gossip
from breakfast tables
like the thrill of shopping
for whatever her snoopy eye sees
her voice captured in the wind
titillates through fauna and flora
still moist with dew
quiet from the night
suddenly awakened
filled with pizazz
like ladies at a gathering
they animate
and open to her
like buds anxious to bloom
as the never-ending
conversation of the day
begins