Morning Glories
Float
On pale jade stems,
Whose
Green heart leaves,
Tangle
In the Red-Runner thicket,
Up
And
Up
Into the intertwine of
Wild branches
Hanging
With sweet, golden plums.
*
Another Summer
Comes,
Rises,
Falls away.
Always,
That first one
Of Morning Glories and
Bright Red-Runners
Bring you,
Among all the memories
Silver gleaming,
Moon glow,
The tide of fireflies,
The last butterflies,
From the lavender mists
Of then.
When you sat
In a long cotton skirt,
Your knees drawn up
Beneath,
Soft folds of green
Capturing embroidered flowers
Holding tiny mirrors
In shapes Jasmine, Rose, and Honeysuckle.
The sun warmed your
Closed eyes ,
Its red star falling
Behind blue hills,
Beckoning us
To the garden
For one final walk.
With you on my arm,
My heart breaking in
That last bit of beauty.
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