A day in the life of a Morning Glory

A Day in the Life of a Morning Glory

By

Leo de Natale

A hot summer sun rises and shines upon the trellis

It is August and the colony of blossoms is about to awaken

They’ve had their roots in the ground since May and it is time.

Each blossom unique, shaped like a bud.  Wake up! Wake up!

Slowly through the early morning hours, the bud expands, energized by King Sol.

Almost imperceptibly, the bud transforms into a Magnificent Heavenly Blue blossom.

By noon there are hundreds of Blossoms standing at attention in The midst of life-giving leaves.

I marvel at the beauty of a sea of blue, the blossoms are trumpets

Blaring with a visual sound.   Look at me!  Look at me in all my

Munificence! For hours the Morning Glories tantalize the human eyes

But by day’s end, the flowers’ edges begin to curl  360 degrees; a darkness that

Travels downward. The blossoms fade and die as quickly as they arrive.

By evening they are shriveled and eventually drop to the earth. There will be more of us tomorrow, they say. We Mirror your human life – birth, glorious beautiful life

And Death over and over again.  And the cycle goes on and on and on but the beauty is remembered.