This magnolia tree
in our front yard
feels magic to me.
It isn't hard to imagine
her blossoms as cups
of tea poured over June
for bird and bee.
Come fall, come wind
teacups fly free.
Pale petals whisper
Farewell, Tree.
And so it is.
So it will be
for everyone I love.
And me.
...Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
This is from the Southern Magnolia tree across the street. It has the largest blossoms I have ever seen. It is a very old tree and has been there for over the 24 years we have lived in our home. Yet, I didn’t notice it until the pandemic hit. Now, I gaze over at it almost every day, looking for a bloom low enough to photograph. Nice on Black or White background.
This is stunning. I love your poem too. My magnolia just doesn’t have low blooms. I always threaten getting the ladder out so I can climb high enough to get a picture.
Thank you all for your comments and favs. I was proud of this capture. I thought it just might make the top twenty but alas, it missed the list. Many thanks for getting it to the trending and popular page. :)
Thank you all for your comments and favs. I was proud of this capture. I thought it just might make the top twenty but alas, it missed the list. Many thanks for getting it to the trending and popular page. :)