Morning Bursts Forth

Roth Poetry

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

iPhone Photo: Dwight L. Roth

This is one of my favorite poems. that I have posted before, but it keeps calling me to repost it again and again!

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