African Dawn
Your glory touches
Silhouetted trees
That stand tall to
Embrace your scarlet sky.
The quiet, broken by
The birds in song
As crimson clouds
Silently drift by.
The heat of summer
Warms the morning air.
Temperatures will soar
As you ascend;
A sequel to your
Fire rising high . . .
Leaving creatures
Breathless in the wind.
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2010
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