On our morning walk
Marissa and I came across
This magnolia tree possessed by
The first light from the East
A spring candelabra
Of outlandish beauty
With its shadow dancing
On the lawn in front of us
Bobbing in a light breeze
And I stood befuddled
And transfixed having
Stumbled upon it at the
Very moment its blossoms
Began opening this year
In staggered bursts
Of green-yellow flame
A shot for the Year Book
It was truly an epiphany
In the droll personal history
Of me and my favorite tree
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