Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 4, 2015

This May Morn~by Roxi St. Clair



This May Morn

As I harvest with my sleepy eyes,
this quiet place beneath blue skies,
the fading moon now yields to sun,
and this May morn has just begun.
In misty meadows, grove, or stream,
beauty is always Nature’s theme,
where daffodils dress in saffron gold,
and in mossy forest, ferns unfold.
Among wild flowers and thistle beards,
the blossom petals of Spring appears,
and birds in myriads begin to sing,
the sweetest songs, they always bring.
Watch heron’s dance on rivers breast,
a ballet solemn and hushed at rest,
for here, I dare, to wake from dreams,
and muse upon these morning scenes.

© Roxi St. Clair

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.


%d bloggers like this: