Morning...Glory

morning glories, blue and white
greet me in the late august heat
lace like they climb the trellis high

each day, at first blush, searching out the light
forming a living arch that I must pass beneath
tendrils softly brushing against my face

the music of blossom song fills the summer air,
dazzling colors swirl, in the afternoon fever...
shades turn violet blue...hazel green

while I, barefoot walk under this cherished glory
their blooms form a chapel of the promised fall
to lure me once again with magic child-like delight