Magnolia bliss, a dream-like journey
surreal virgin buds rise tall-
folded like two palms joined in veneration,
sheathed in a tissuey tea rococo veil.
they beseech the heavens to fill them
with the first showers–
swaying; playing with balmy Himalayan evenings.
the moon waxes in the summer skies
showering its cream purity generously,
awakening Magnolia’s hardy majesty.
ah this hypnotic unfurling blossom;
that slowly burgeons
through nights mysteriously.
its concentric petals-
yet thick and waxy
watch these moonstruck Magnolia buds
night after night, a saucer opens
until the tree is in full blossom.
a wave of heady giddiness tickles buzzing bees
fluttering around this magnificent tree
the subtle fragrances spilling out from
delicate creamy blossoms
part it’s deciduous sacramento leaves.
tickled by buzzing bees, each flower,
spills forth moonbeams
from its swiss coffee blossoms
a flower bent like hollowed-palms
asking for alms. each morning eyes
gaze at Magnolias’ dignity
perseverance and purity– –
Magnolia cups hollow-
brim with the beauty
what shall we call this
symbiosis –Nature’s plenitude?
or hanakotoba, flowers conversing
with cross-pollinating bees!