I wasn’t there to plant this spring. The morning glories didn’t care. They’re back again off climbing where I left some soil. No watering But they still rose. It’s comforting That when I fail they ever grow Although forgotten. Watch them show Their bright green leaves each like a heart. I see the buds break out and start To bloom again. There! Off they go.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challege with the rhyme word “grow” in the c position of the rhyme scheme, abbaaccddc.