Picture Perfect

Every day is so
picture perfect.

The colors fall
on a carpet of leaves.

The sun plays peek-a-boo
amid cirrus clouds.

The god of rain pours
sporadic showers
quivering his bow
in my backyard.

It's fall in Carmel Valley:
the land of Clint Eastwood
the land of Big Sur waterbeds
the land of Esalenic beauty
of pebbles on the beach
of Immaculate Heart serenity.