Here Comes the Morning
when the suns golden globe arises
the morning springs into action
birds chirp from dewy branches
squirrels hustle across fields
looking for uninhabited trees
mist rises from waking mountains
stretching their fall foliage
reds, oranges browns
glittered by yellow streaks
of autumn's brightness
9-25-23
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2023
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