morning glory

Jasmine heady skies, you move me. Still air –
a silent crack.
I can feel you coming. Closing in: creeping up behind my blind.
The first flash strikes . Globules fall hard,
swallowing clouds.
They drum slate. They strike ash.
Mothers toss.
They soothe babies in warm arms and conjure sheep.



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15 responses to “morning glory

  1. Hello!!! 🙂

    Loved your poem. Have a great day at work tomorrow. I’ve missed blogging! 🙂

    Hugs to you. Paula xxx

  2. You had me at Jasmine heady skies….very nice!

  3. Ahh..great and thank you…this heat wave is strangely atmospheric

  4. Round my way, Morning Glory means something totally different, but it’s best if I don’t go into that…

  5. my toes need cuddles too

  6. I could feel the storm coming in myself 🙂

  7. They geld the seeds better to control us.

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