The Fence Is Left to Morning Glories

The fence is left to morning glories,
The heft of their heaping vines -
Tendrils and leaves,
Flowers and seeds -
Each not the weight of a feather
But together they sag
The rusting chicken wire
On the four nails
Holding it to birch posts.

The fence is left to morning glories,
The morning is left to write itself,
And the glory is left to God.

Reviews

[Blake Fodor]

this is really wonderful. Beautifully done... Sublime!

[Anne Timmins]

A really good poem and with meaning.

[John Anderson]

What an amazing piece of writing.

[Ashira Macy]

I saw some metaphor in this. The morning glories might be light and insignificant by themselves, but together they are powerful and beautiful enough to pull on the fence and be written into history in the form of poetry. We are strong, and able to make changes if we work together toward a similar goal. Gorgeous.

[Lauriegirl]

This is a beautiful write..it "pulled" me along with it and deep into its essence.. I enjoyed it very much

[Eve Ola]

powerful write Susan. Great job

[Lyn Anderson]

This poem has a lot of potential. It has a sense of deja vu I can't quite put my finger on ... I would say look at the stanzas, it seems a little choppy in spots.

[Mary Bosworth]

This is amazing and so gently penned with class and elegance

[Mary C]

This is so amazing and its soft simplicity truly touched my heart

[Cory Barrett]

Susan, this is a lovely vision