Poem #37

Alphabet Poem Afternoon’s sun Beats down on the Chrysanthemum and Daffodils. Eventually, the sun Falls beneath the, Ground and High In the sky the stars shine like Jewels. the Keen owl hunts for its prey Late into the Morning. Now the flowers Open and the Porcupine Quiet down to Rest. the Sun rises above The trees. everything Under the sun, like the Vines, Wrens, and Xantus hummingbirds Yawn in the shady Zones