Saucer Magnolia

 

 

Saucer Magnolia

All day each blossom opens
from a bare branch no bigger
than the handle of a teacup,
bursts out of a dark pink bud
and, it has in turn burst
from a fuzzy cocoon, once tight and brown.
Yet, from cups and saucers,
the cream and rose
pour out again and again.












This poem is after Ted Kooser's poem  "Screech Owl" from Delights & Shadows.  The photos are mine.  Words in colour will take you to another website with additional information, if you click on them.

Magnolia Blossoms

Magnolia Blossoms

Magnolia blossoms

have been wrapped in fur coats,

since setting last fall.

Now their fuzzy hoods open

and buds peek out…pink.

Though they hold on tight,

still frost takes a few.

You wonder, my

magnolia blossoms…

will they come this year?

You wonder and wait.

Then, one warm spring day,

they are here, and

their "Yes"…their "YES"…

 is

extravagant;

magnolia blossoms,

open and  

blushing.

Their colours tremble

inside you, echoing;

echoing in a place

so silent and deep,

you forgot

it was there.

Photos are mine.