Summer's Morn
As the morning glows on the horizon,
the tiny insect stretches its wings
from its nighttime nap;
the daylilies rise with the sun.
trees, blinded by the light,
turn their leaves to the Sun,
shyly covering their nakedness
from the passersby.
© Russell Kendall Carter, BA, MAT, DLitt
This poem is about:
My community