Morning Beckons

Beautiful poem, I feel like I’m in the setting as I read it!

Roth Poetry

IMG_0548Morning Bursts Fort

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 bathes in the sunlight

Reaching toward the heavens

Calling me to come join them

In the exhilaration of the beckoning day


Photo: Dwight L. Roth

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