poem of the day March 28 

The magnolia

had suffered in

the last big storm

Branches swollen

with buds broken

Bogged down

by heavy snow

Snapped and lay

where they had fallen

two weeks ago

It looked sad

and in need 

of first aid 

But I have say

after all my

prunning effort

it looked happy

and I swear 

I heard 

the magnolia

whisper to the wind 

something about 

a bouquet of scented flowers

for the help of human