Lily magnolia
written November 29th, 2020
I walked by you this summer
dressed in all your green finery.
If I thought anything
it was, "what a nice little tree."
I am sorry to say
I did not look close enough
to form much of an impression.
Now fall has come
you have shivered most of your leaves off
a few hold on tenaciously
trying in vain to cover your virtues.
I look at you and am I ever surprised!
Your branches are craggy and twisted
displaying the lovely complexity of advanced age
result of many exposures to the storms of life.
The tips of your branches
hold fuzzy little nubs
that remind me of ***** willows.
I stand near and marvel
at the aching tenderness of your womanhood
kept hidden until now
under your leafy raiment.
I look but I do not touch
I have not asked permission
and I will not.
I hope the world
continues to pass you by
leaving you unmolested.
It is not easy to be so revealed.
I look forward
to seeing you next summer
all dressed up again.
I will smile and nod
as I pass by
knowing what your verdant covering
hides beneath it.
This poem is more of a conversation, or reflection, on a tree that I walk by each day. I worry about the varying length of the lines, the differences in the stanzas, and punctuation. But it is what it is and I have to let it go at some point. Many of my poems are filled with angst and pain. This one makes me smile. I finally figured out. She is a Lily Magnolia tree!