MARK STRAND EXAMINES THE MORNING GLORY
In a field,
they are the essence
of field.
This is always
what they do,
slipcover whatever
is green with hues
in the softer pinkish,
purplish sets of
blues.
Wherever I look,
there they are:
heart-shaped leaves
that climb
on sinuous stems
that bind
them to the trellis
of all things.
We have our seasons
for growing
and our own reasons
for crowing
about it.
Me, each time the sleek
smooth curves
of their throats
float before my eyes,
I get up and get
going.
Bio: Deborah H. Doolittle has lived in lots of different places, but now calls North Carolina home. She has two Masters degrees and teaches at Coastal Carolina Community College. She is the author of two award-winning chapbooks and a book-length collection of poetry, Floribunda. Some of her poems have recently appeared (or will soon appear) in Kakalak, Mudfish, Natural Bridge, Pinyon Poetry, Poem, Poetalk, and Shemom, one of which was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
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