Morning

Dewed limbs leafily,

Kissed in golds–

And radiant green pools,

Thumped pops on drum logs–

Tiny feet pitter-patter,

Joyous at the dawn.

Fringes curled,

Crisped–

Dried for the day ahead–

And turned west in the breeze.

whispered, dusty music–

Of summer’s song.