Magnolia

In the darkest grey dismal mist
that falls on the sodden grass
misery lingers in the silent home
enveloped in dingy splattered glass

Feverish and trapped in a wood cocoon
desperate for sunshine and air
claustrophic and sighing in boredom
the raindrops don't even care

Then a glance through the tear stained panes
past the pond with ripples of rain
is the pale pink blossom of hope
sweet magnolia blooms once again

Short is the life they are given
yet long the imprinted impression
pale velvet discs of pure beauty
a brief life, too short for obsession

Whether long the life that is gifted
likewise a flower to blow in the wind
it's the wake of beauty we leave here
that matters utmost in the end