Poetry: Morning Glories

Morn­ing Glories
–Mary Oliver
From White Pine

Blue and dark-blue
    rose and deep­est rose
        white and pink they

are every­where in the diligent
    corn­field ris­ing and swaying
        in their reliable

fin­ery in the little
    fling of their bod­ies their
        gear and tackle

all caught up in the cornstalks.
    the reaper’s sto­ry is the story
        of end­less work of

work care­ful and heavy but the
    reaper cannot
        sep­a­rate them out
there they

are in the sto­ry of his life
    bright ran­dom useless
        year after year

tak­en with the seri­ous tons
    weeds with­out value
        humor­ous beautiful
weeds.

Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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