Morning glory
Morning glory, what’s /
your story as August leaves? /
Frost whispers your name.

Morning glory
Morning glory, what’s /
your story as August leaves? /
Frost whispers your name.

Filed under 2020, Haiku to You Thursday, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Tagged as August, David E. Booker, frost, haiku, Morning glory, photo, poem, poetry, Thursday