Morning Glories Poem by Gert Strydom

Let Leipoldt write about violets
which are in the field,
I have my own flower
or weed that I adore
and it’s Sunspots
that grows out of the good earth.

You can call it a pest
or a weed,
but I am nuts about the heavenly blue
full of blue flowers that creep everywhere
and push twines out in all directions

Purple cardinal climbers
that climb up everywhere
and after the rain
burst out in all directions
stays a beautiful flower to me.

[Reference: Morning Glories=Sunspots=Heavenly Blue=Cardinal Climber. C.L. Leipoldt’s poem Oktobermaand.]