Some Little Thoughts
by Raymonde Sacklyn
The Magnolia Blossoms
The magnolia
blossoms are come:
Their scents flood my room.
The whiteness of their petals,
Like delicate fingers, explore the space beneath,
As though probing for earth’s loving womb.
The magnolia
blossoms are gone:
Their sweet fragrances no longer linger on.
The petals’ whiteness has turned to brown,
And, to the ground, they fall, one by one,
As does the last cord fade: Life’s enigmatic song.
Fear not the day
of the blossoms’ ending,
Fear not the passing of the perfumed air,
Look not upon the petals’ colours’ fading
Think not that this is the final call:
Life sparks afresh: More everlasting love; more eternal care.
All things, one
day must fade … then go to rest,
Ordained by Nature, which knows compromise of no hue.
But, out of this, life springs, again,
And pith and moment lead one to one.
Regale! Enterprise anew!
Cry not for the
departed flora,
For they linger, forever, on the winds of time.
Magnolia blossoms, come the spring,
Again will bloom; and, then the birds will feed, once more:
That is Nature’s rhythm; that is Nature’s ultimate rhyme.
