
How fleetingly fragile, Magnolia’s blooms,
lemony sweet ivory, bursting at dawn,
much too soon fading from the sun’s scorching glare,
crimson fruit clinging, summering into fall.
It’s an ancient blueprint tested over time,
season to season, wintering evergreen,
deep rooted resilience in every way,
but for tender blossoms lasting only days.
kat ~ 4 June 2016




June 4th, 2016 at 11:35 am
Beautiful!
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June 4th, 2016 at 11:44 am
Thank you Lynn! T reminded me she only bloomed for a day…my birthday. That made me feel so special! ❤️
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June 4th, 2016 at 7:45 pm
oh so sweet!
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June 4th, 2016 at 1:14 pm
What an exquisite tribute. The beauty of that bloom is now part of you; she lives on. ❤
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June 4th, 2016 at 2:17 pm
Oh, that is such a lovely thought! It is true, we are intimately connected to all that is. ❤️🌱❤️
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June 4th, 2016 at 4:33 pm
Such a special week you’ve had! Lovely poem about the magnolia.
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June 4th, 2016 at 7:28 pm
Yes! It has been a good week. I have a red velvet cupcake with my name in it to continue the celebration tonight! 😊
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June 4th, 2016 at 7:45 pm
Yay!
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