Summery morning

           
            The threshold of summer, at last, reaches north,
            Where summery mornings sing busily forth.
            For when they arrive they announce themselves loudly,
            With flowers abloom and puffed birds preaching proudly.
            The goldfinches flit and the peonies droop;
            The bullfrogs harrumph and the tree swallows swoop;
            A duck family glides on the still-water pond;
            Two muskrats are feasting on lush cattail frond;
            The maple leaves, backlit by dawning sun’s rays
            Surpass stained glass windows in summoning praise.
            My breath catches short and my heart goes ablaze
            For all that is lovely in Earth’s glory days.
           
My 60th year in 60,000 words
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