Morning bursts forth in all its radiant glory
Peering into the dark sheltered woods
Highlighting the trees dancing on flowers
The 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
Red salvia bathed in the sunlight
reach toward the heavens
Calling me to come join them
In the exhilaration of the beckoning day
Photo: Dwight L. Roth taken this morning
I wrote this four years ago, but I felt like it was time to post it again as I looked out across the bottom filled with blooming wildflowers covering the creek!
