Nemerov was right about morning glories, how they teach you, before your eyes are accustomed to the light and the color the sky brings, to live. This morning is full of glory: a blue-white azure pigmenting the sky and the air I breathe. How often and how long do we look up into that sky for answers (which do not begin with questions) that only flowers, a trellis of morning glories, can give.
at the lake-- morning glories opening to the sun
WHCHaibun 2009-06-26