Supernal shades of blue,
Best approached in early hours,  
Lend the land a joyous hue
Where the Morning Glory flowers.

The leaves are emerald hearts
With rambling stems and coiling tips;
Every searching tendril starts
As the glowing sun uplifts.

Prolific and with ease
The Morning Glory onward climbs
Over shrubs and over trees -
All are smothered in the vines.

But now the weeds have weighed
Upon this heart they once adorned
And I am stifled by the shade  
Where morning beauty stood before.