Like hands clasped in prayer,
magnolia buds appeared,
promising the hope of renewal.
Then the sun broke through
and the clouds cleared.
Prayers were answered
as the petals opened wide,
and second chances...
to breathe, seek joy,
and be glorified.
This magnolia tree is in my new next door neighbor's front yard! In the photo below, you can see the front of my house next door with the yellow forsythia bushes forming a hedge along the side of it.
Beautiful Connie and I love your house and view. I sure hope spring is here to stay. Hope you have a Blessed week.ReplyDelete
A lovely view and colorful yard. Your poem is wonderful. We had magnolias in Georgia. I remember how majestic they looked.ReplyDelete
Such a precious poem, Connie. I love those magnolia blossoms and the pretty forsythia by your lovely home. I hope all is going well there. xoReplyDelete
I remember the magnolia trees on the VA eastern shore that were in the neighbor's yard as well. Thanks vfor the memory reminder, Connie.ReplyDelete
Lovely way to describe the opening of the petals.ReplyDelete
wow this is such a joyous poetry dear Connie!ReplyDelete
i don't think i ever saw this elegant tree around ,it has such pretty flowers :)
just like praying hands ,so well said my friend!
I love magnolias, they were growing outside my University☺ I am following, greetings from Poland ☺ReplyDelete
perfect poem to welcome spring. And you are finally enjoying the glory of forsythia, etc. Lovely neighborhood and home. Bask in the sunshineReplyDelete
that is a beautiful sweet poem Connie. I love the photos and the peek of your house. And Forsythia - don't get me started. It lined the fence of the backyard at my childhood home near Kansas City - and has forever remained as a wonderful memory. So that was nice to see too in the photo.ReplyDelete
Lovely tree and poem, but are these magnolias similar to those down here? They don’t appear to be evergreens.ReplyDelete
Sage, this variety is deciduous, so it is different from the southern magnolias. I did a little research and discovered that there are eight species of magnolias, two evergreen and six deciduous, that are native to the United States. I had no idea there were so many varieties!Delete
Your post evoked such a happy memory. When I taught preK one spring day the magnolia or Tulip Tree as we called it was in full bloom. I took my students outside to see it. A strong wind blew up and the petals rained down upon them. Sich a delight!ReplyDelete
Happy Easter to you and your family, Connie. Enjoy that precious baby!ReplyDelete
Love your pretty poem and oh my, what a beautiful tree! The bushes are so cheery as well! Are you enjoying your new surroundings and have you made your new nest just the way you like?ReplyDelete
So very pretty! I hope this finds that you have settled into your new nest and are enjoying your new surroundings!ReplyDelete
I think this is the first time that I saw magnolia tree...ReplyDelete
Beautiful....these are the best to photograph.ReplyDelete
Thanks for visiting my post. These are beautiful pictures and beautiful words. Thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
I love your beautiful poem and beautiful photos. You have a lovely home. I hope by now you have gotten settled into your new home.ReplyDelete
Have a lovely day☺☺ReplyDelete
I love magnolia trees! But I also love what I call yellow belle bushes...I have had one for almost ten years...finally moved it. It has never taken off or bloomed more than a tiny flower or two. I gather it dislikes me greatly, but I am a tenacious forsynthia fan, and it will one day be gorgeous! :)ReplyDelete
What a nice connection - Magnolias and hands clasped in prayer. I see it now, never did before. Beautiful done, Connie.ReplyDelete
What a truly wonderful poem. I've always loved magnolias, but now I'll be seeing them through your poetic eyes, and will enjoy them even more.ReplyDelete
Thatnk you for your visits!ReplyDelete
Magnolia grows well in southern states...ReplyDelete
a beautiful flower