Your glory touches
Silhouetted trees
Standing tall to embrace
Your scarlet sky.
The quiet is broken by
The birds in song
As crimson clouds
Silently drift by.
The heat of summer
Warms the morning air.
Temperatures will soar
As you ascend.
A sequel to your
Fire rising high...
Leaving creatures
Breathless in the wind.
Connie Marcum Wong
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/african-dawn/
