Tarot: False Spring

This entry is part 24 of 73 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2011-12

Confused by warmth followed
by plummeting cold, buds
on the pink magnolia

begin to fruit. In this case,
as in many others, I know
the outcomes of nostalgia.

Don’t look back, I want to say
to the not yet fully formed
corona of petals—

though the sun’s warmth
is barely a husk on this
day with no brim or trestle.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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