Morning Bursts Forth

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

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Today’s Photo: Dwight L. Roth