All Fools day, and by my gate the Magnolia tree is abundant with promise. Its blooms like chalices, pink tinged and pointed at the sky. Such delicate beauty, still serene in the blustery wind of March's last breath. Soon there will be perfume to touch all who enter here, sweet scent at my gate, as April begins...
"I used to trouble about what life was for, now being alive seems sufficient reason." - Joanna Field
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10 comments:
Aaahhh ... just beautiful!
Thanks Deborah. x
beautiful and moving. The magnolias are coming-nothing can stop them!
Thanks nothing profound. Good to see you. x
This is so beautiful. You really are so observant of nature, Susannah.
Thanks so much Mari. :-)
Good to see you. x
You know, Susannah, you really can write. I hope you know that. This reminds me of the stunning descriptive prowess that we see in Victorian poetry. So full of richness and promise. I can actually see it. Thank you for the visual feast.
Thanks so much Selma. x
Thank you for visiting my NaPoWriMo journey. I came looking for you and found magnolias. You do nature well, and proud.
Elizabeth
Thanks Elizabeth, so nice to see you here. :-)
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