Sweet Jane Magnolia

A poem for my long lost love who prepares to bloom in my backyard dreams

So I dress

My wound with crimson blooms

Atop the cream of mother’s milk

To form a cup to hold

Lost dreams once more.

In fascimile, she appears

Releasing my desire to resurrect

The ephemeral past.

Joy from my page springs,

Palpable optimism

So close I taste it.

Over 10 years ago, I had to abandon my dreams, give up a home, and move. In the backyard of that home lived a dwarf Jane Magnolia tree who would bloom in early April the same time that my two oldest sons were born. As I write today, the magnolias are blooming in DC and elsewhere, just not yet here in the Northeast. As I recalled my Sweet Jane Magnolia today, I thought that perhaps its time to let her go. What better way to let her go than to put water, color, and pen to paper.