Wednesday, September 23, 2015

The calendar says Autumn, but my garden says Summer.

Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies! 
Morning glories on my back fence.


Robb Foster said...

I've come back and read Emily's poem several times, now since you posted it. Thank you!

Vickie P said...