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Magnolia Tree

Writer's picture: Lauren MeirLauren Meir

Purpled, the blossoms swell

through the slatted puzzle of the window pane.

Supine, I watch their blooms contained

as if in separate glass paintings,

squared pinks and plums

the white outstretched petals

reaching for heaven.


If only

we could open

like that, unashamed

audacious blossoms

unfurling their layers like pages,

open palms facing the sun.


Fleeting petals, they revel

in their ephemeral days, fearless

of the coming frost.

Soon winter’s hush

will silence them to sleep. Tight

buds closed and waiting,

they’ll dream up

some memory of spring,

rocks of fat color swelling like berries,

bleeding into new beginnings,

blooming at the root.







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