Morning Glories

The story

of the morning glory:
a wrangling of life entwined,
raveled, traveled, envined,
all for the majesty of purple blossoms,
reaching through sun-sums
and pollen-laden pie-skies
toward a heaven sky’s dome belies--
all hailed better in the songs of birds
than in my tangle of human words.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

I woke up from a dream where I was starting to recite this, but had to finish writing it in the awakened state... Funny how that is...