Noisy When Touched

Sunrises with a different color this morning Pale pink whispy clouds adorn all the upper sky A very small crescent moon in the southeasterly sky Where the morning star resides this time of year The mist rising from the creek Seems to mingle With the mist from the smaller Creek one-quarter mile away Beyond is the pink striated with gray on the low horizon I heard the gobbling of turkeys Or is that hunters doing their calls Do the turkeys know the difference If they don't their number is up As the great star comes on up The light pierces the golden hickory Radiating the glory from that tree Into my line of vision just a few minutes In the front yard the hugh oaks Lay down a rug decorated with leaves Varying colors of tan, brown, and red It is a noisy rug that crunches when touched