magnolias

Yellow flowers,
Glossy, leather leaves.
Golden hour,
Budding botany.

Elizabeth in color,
Or evergreen?
Would I choose to lose my leaves
And bloom in Spring?

Or to keep them,
Shining sheaths in winter wind.
Bracken's beauty,
Browning bare behind.

Our simple meetings,
Yard with two tall trees.
Only one will last,
My fickle, fading dream.

Magnolias,
Beginnings and my bliss.
When April evenings
Are my genesis.