Morning Glory

Oh, the glory

of morning

right here

in a single flower.

What a dazzling color:

the same satin blue

of

the clear

summer sky

above.

All year we wait for

these beloved blooms to arrive.

And then, after just one 
warm day in the sun,

this flower 

dies.

Likewise,

in the blink of an eye,

the bloom is off

the summer,

hurrying

to be

gone by.

Already we see here and

there,

the first yellow red

leaves fall --

it cannot

possibly be

time for this

already?

No matter.

We put all dead

thoughts

aside and turn

our eyes

that drink the flowers

back to

yellow mums and

pink trumpet vines

and red begonia and

a spread of black eyed Susans.

We keep

choosing

To

be present with

the blossoms

now

and in our minds’ eye,

forever.