Summer Day
Magnolia bloom smiled at me
Through the glass and curtain.
Saved on that transplant tree
From dreams and songs I’m certain.
Southern Belle I’ll never be,
But loving things left dreamy
With flower scent and cotton rows
Fueled young hopes of handsome beaus.
Years have cured me of such fancy,
But nature’s gift of that grafted tree
With her blooms, fall softly on a wistful
Eye watching the magnolia and the bee.
9 thoughts on "Summer Day"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Beautiful Bruce – a smiling magnolia bloom! and I love the last 2 lines.
Beautiful- loved the rhythm scheme. What is the name for this style- if I know I forgot.
Me too, but since Sherry challenged us to try our hand and minds with rhyme, I do sometimes work at it. But it is mostly a hodgepodge of couplets or 1,3 2,4 and I am sure that has a name, but I don’t remember. Good that she will be teaching us again soon. Hope you are there.
I’ll not walk past the magnolia blooming at our back steps again, without recalling the Old South.
The magnolia bloom has always seemed to tell a story that we can only imagine.
bruce, love your description
of that southern bell, Magnolia.
ours lost her blooms
in afternoon storm,
her beauty gone to litter.
jim
Oh, I’m sorry they are so delicate and short lived that a storm takes away a whole year of waiting and watching in a few minutes. Thank you for the kind words.
What a wonderful world.
Nice.
Magnolia bloom smiled at me
Through the glass and curtain.
Saved on that transplant tree
From dreams and songs I’m certain.