Morning Glories

Sunlight crisp through bare almost-spring trees and

the air still March cool except here,

this circle around us, hot coffee and

eggs and toast, birds breakfasting on seeds,

last summer’s flowers watching us with interest.

 

Inspired by such a morning and Basho’s haiku:

I am one

who spends his breakfast

gazing at morning glories

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