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.

2 comments:

Robb Foster said...

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

Vickie P said...

Beautiful!