Sunday, April 8, 2012

National Poetry Month: Day Eight

Morning Glory

My seeds have come up, grown leaves
and are just beginning
to twine themselves
around whatever presents itself.

I assemble a yarn and wood
in the hopes of training them
up and over
the side of the porch.

They seem to have other ideas.


MaxDude said...

Ah, poetic beauty. Wonderful.
Almost metaphorical in a sense.

Anonymous said...

the simple nature symbolism is haikuesque