Oh sweet morning glory
how you bloom fresh and new
with each painted morn
a short life spent
with precious few
memories to recall.
You awaken in early hours
to dawn’s whispered call
but all too soon, begin to fade
in the white heat of day
another brilliant wilting flower
falling from the garden wall.
Yet with vigor, your vines flourish
weaving a dense emerald forest
and each season, tender sprouts renew
and begin a fragile life with courage.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Today at dVerse Kim is asking us to write a poem in the format and style of either Sylvia Plath or Ed Hughes. she has shared with us a poem by each poet that are similar, yet different. It must be about something that grows or multiplies and is in some way invasive. Here in Arizona, it is illegal to grow morning glory because it is considered an invasive plant. That said, there are a few native species of morning glory that are legal to grow here.
dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics Sylvia and Ted