morning glories
in slight breeze
young girls in
their shy years
try day by day
to smile to sweetheart
through their smitten hearts
a field of morning glories
dance in silence
subdued dance
in the morning quiet
I love it, John. This seems to be the day for morning glories. Did you read the poem I posted, 'My Words? ' This is beautiful. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I broke my wedding cake plate today full of morning glories and every birthday wish for the past twelve years - my mother's got broken on my wedding. Fluted milkglass. She buried it by the dogs.