On our morning walk
Marissa and I came across
This magnolia tree fully 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
Transfixed really having
Stumbled upon it at the
Very moment of its blossoming
Like a fireworks display
In staggered bursts
Of green-yellow flame
Opening before my eyes
A shot for the Year Book
It was truly an epiphany
At least in the droll personal history
Of me and my favorite tree
