Magnolia blooms –
Battered by the growing wind ~
White plates on the lawn.
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Magnolia blooms –
My Mother’s garden renews ~
‘Sure that soil is spent’
Her mother famously said –
She was gloriously wrong.
In bloom, so you are,
Grand flowers, plates, ersatz leaves ~
The better for that.
The first of your kind:
Made Ceratopsians sneeze ~
A shock of colour.
Pruning suits you not,
and sure, why should it? Pointless ~
Give us more flowers.
This land is so old,
doesn’t even realise,
How evil it is…
… but after each Spring,
you blanket the soil ~ a gift:
A bed for Angels.
