Morning Glories: When The Morning Glory Dies ... a Poem , 1 by joeswife

joeswife wrote:
... Here is a Poem I wrote a few years ago dedicated to my Rose...she is really doing great.

10-30-1993

The day is gray and windy, and the maple says to the oak-

when the morning glory dies, then so shall I

The leaves they fall, blown into the wind-

crying out the summers' end. Shards of sunlight break thru the clouds-

giving hope of warmth to the shriveling shrouds.

The morning Glorys' blue trumpet still sings its' song--- good-bye my friend , but not for long.

winter comes slowly, but disappears fast--and then I can stretch and bloom at last.

Debra Carson