Early May Morning, Daily 27

26. The low level haze Carries the smell of smoke superbly. The morning cooled daze Leaves no room for joking. Silence flies a dove. The May early Sunday Marries the peace of two lovingly. No serendipitous replays Sighs for attention provoking Reverence stays above. The grayness of this sky Expires the normal jests remarkably The quiet does not lie Takes no verse evoking Guidance He is love.