Magnolia mine, old southern bloom,
once planted north, you come too soon.
Magnolia mine, each branch a chain
of diamond drops through ice or rain.
Magnolia mine, though you can’t wait,
your swelling buds tempt a frozen fate.
Magnolia mine, your blossoms speak
of life restored, winter’s defeat.
Magnolia mine, that I could show
a flower of faith like those you grow!
first published in Lutheran Digest
also published in PICTURE HEALING Chapbook
©2002 Bonnie Manion