Thursday, May 7, 2009

To Magnolia, with Love

Oh Magnolia,
how do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.
I love your soft pink petals,

And how delicately you curtsy.

I love that you are waiting on me in the early morning.
The secrets that you keep,

And the pride with which you bloom.

I would if I could, climb into your graceful limbs and build a sanctuary.

If only you would stay a little longer.

1 comment:

Amy @ Living Locurto said...

Oh! I want one of those trees!! Gorgeous:-)

Thanks for the comment on my blog today. I'm so glad you looked up the thing about the sweet milk. I asked my grandma and she thought it meant whole milk, but she didn't know why they called it that. I heard it was a southern thing.

Have a great day!