On this frosty morn
You wake and yawn
As you were just born
The break of dawn
You cover my lawn
The break of dawn
A morning shower
You brave little flower
A glory to see
Morning glory’s for me
Pretty and white
Blue from the night
What a pretty site
Such great delight
Morning glory alright
Dew drop form
A dandelion is adorn
With jewels of the night
The mist takes flight
The sun is bright
Well alright now
What am I bid for?
Morning glorious delight
You wake and yawn
As you were just born
The break of dawn
You cover my lawn
The break of dawn
A morning shower
You brave little flower
A glory to see
Morning glory’s for me
Pretty and white
Blue from the night
What a pretty site
Such great delight
Morning glory alright
Dew drop form
A dandelion is adorn
With jewels of the night
The mist takes flight
The sun is bright
Well alright now
What am I bid for?
Morning glorious delight
10 comments:
My favorite time of day, when the sun comes up and shows the magic of the night for just a moment. This was lovely.
Nice poem.
Roy, What a glorious poem!! A treat for the eye and the heart. Thanks
Read your poem, closed my eyes n visualizing it.Thanks offering me a morning tour.
Good, like they say...Wish I was there :)
i like it...
Morning Glory indeed - read this first thing in the morning and smiled : )
haha - mom used to grow these. She was so bummed cause they were always wilted - then she discovered that they were all open and pretty at dawn and closed up by the time the sun was high.
Nice poem, Roy. It sings!
Morning Glories are so pretty... Beautiful poem roy
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