Morning Glory
Each dawn, when from night-sleep I’m stirred,
My ‘Morning Glory’ wakes with me
And stretches out its fullest length,
As if to prove its potent strength
And latent creativity
Remain completely unimpaired.
Perhaps it’s just a reflex sign
Which, were it tested, might reveal
Its proud conceit as flaccid show.
From such a devastating blow
My confidence might never heal;
My ‘Morning Glory’ lose its shine.
