Stars twinkle shut.
Red and pinks shoot across the darkened sky.
Morning awakes.
The baritone bellow of the bull frog
breaks the morning silence.
Gently waves roll onto shore.
Morning awakes.
A warm wind passes through the bull rushes
and they shake a morning greeting.
Morning awakes.
Reds, pinks and now blues accent the sky.
Billowy clouds hang low and smile a welcome
To the new day.
Morning is here.
Copyright 2015, by Ingrid Exner