Monday, August 15, 2016

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.



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