The flowers come back –
No matter how hard it’s been ~
My Mother’s wisdom.

The flowers come back –
No matter how hard it’s been ~
My Mother’s wisdom.
Magnolia bloom –
As old as the dinosaurs ~
Makes me feel younger.
Magnolia blooms –
Battered by the growing wind ~
White plates on the lawn.
Magnolia blooms –
My Mother’s garden renews ~
‘Sure that soil is spent’
Her mother famously said –
She was gloriously wrong.
Magnolia blooms –
Steal my attention, until ~
Those of the cherry.
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.