Morning bursts forth in all its radiant glory,
peering through the sheltered woods,
highlighting trees, dancing on flowers.
Steppingstones draw me to
the damp creek.
Frogs bury themselves in mud keeping cool
Morning breezes will soon shift
But, for now, the glorious morning shimmers.
Backyard Painting: Dwight L. Roth
Today, at d’Verse. Linda asked us to write a 44 word Quadrille using the word morning.
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