Magnolia – Poems to Share

The Picnic Quilt

A worn bench sits underthe magnolia tree.The garden,once abandoned,now brims with life. The couple meets at the bench.A playful grey and black dog bounds,ready for a game of disc dog.A quick bark sets the day. The soft yellow discsails across the park.The dog, stance set,leaps up,mouth open,catching the disc mid-air.He bounds back,ready for another round.Continue reading “The Picnic Quilt”

Soaring Disc

Rays of sunshineBeat on the treeSunlight weaves its wayForming patterns on the grass The largest sunlit patchA tanning bed for the dogHis owner rests on the benchWatching people enter the park A yellow disc on his lapWaiting for the perfect timeTo engage the dog in funHis eye catches her approach Stepping from the benchA whistleContinue reading “Soaring Disc”

The Tree

Spring arrives as teardrop buds nudge winter from the garden Temperatures riseEncouraging budsTo look to the sunWhile emerging petalsMake a colorful debut Summer coaxes the magnolia blossomstheir beauty on full displaywhite flowers pepper green leaves,a striking contrast of lifeThe blossoms’ beauty fades,Lonely leaves remain Their fragrance drifts freely,carried far and wide by the wind QuietContinue reading “The Tree”

Ripples Erase the Past

The stillness of the pondpaints a picture of calm Reflections speak to themagnolia as its brancheshang just out of reach Silence encourageslife hidden from viewto come enjoy the day This old park,recently brought backto life, tendedby many sets of hands Uncovering stories oncetold, whispers shared,quick glances that said,I’ll always be near Vibrant colors infuseour moods,Continue reading “Ripples Erase the Past”

The Tree That Listens

I listen.Yes, I listen. The first conversationI recall listening towas about me — “now make sure you choose just the right place to plant it. It will grow big and strong and it anchors into the ground with spreading roots.”— “so, should we put it in the middle of the field? Is that a goodContinue reading “The Tree That Listens”

Branches of Time

Tree branches bursting with new growthhang over an already overgrown garden.A testament to nature’s resiliencethriving in the city park. Carefully constructed nestsglimmer with recycled materialas scavenged twigs reinforce the frame. Moss hanging from the large branchesfinds its way into the nest,creating a soft landingfor much anticipated new life. Mockingbirds singwhile preparing and protecting their newContinue reading “Branches of Time”

Hidden Garden

Traffic patterns build as night turns to day.Cars and trucks honking, get out of my way. Exhaust forms a barrier we just can’t escape,It yells at our senses, this asphalt landscape. Cars driving by let us know they’re here,With constant traffic it’s all that we hear. Tall buildings towering just overhead,Cement demands your attention instead.Continue reading “Hidden Garden”

The Garden

The days of children running across the grassand skipping pebbles in the pond slowly fade.The sculptured bushes once manicured and well tendedhave started to show their neglect. A path once wornby the presence of countless footstepshas grass runners reaching across from opposing sides.An interrupted hopscotch pattern remainsas a silent reminderthat children once played here. OvergrowthContinue reading “The Garden”