We once had a beautifully mature Purple Lily Magnolia.
As a child, this tree would signify the span of time.
I remember the blooming and shedding process being as rapid to a time-lapse.
It's sightly shape springs vivid sensory memories...
The crunch of fallen furry buds under my feet.
Fresh spring rains.
Slippery fallen peddles, leaving stains on the walkway.
Her entwined bark, and one failing limb that my father tied up.
She's holding her breath in the Mid-west,
Ready to give the most magnificently brief show.
We'll always wait patiently, dear Magnolia.
you hold a prominent place in my past.