Morning bursts forth in all its radiant glory.
I peer into the dark sheltered woods
highlighting the trees dancing on flowers.
Stepping stones draw me to the trees;
To the mysterious woods // sheltering the creek
turning to mush in summer’s heat.
Frogs buried in the mud keep cool
sending out their sharp croaks // calling for someone to hear.
Morning breezes soon shift to a sauna of heat and humidity;
But for now// the glorious morning rests on the yellow buttercups.
Orange day lilies bathed in the sunlight reach toward the heavens;
Calling me to come join them…
In the exhilaration of the beckoning day
Today’s Photo: Dwight L. Roth