Magnolia Flowering in Cold Spring in Albany Road

Superior the knowing human glance

that dreams, in lightly jostling verticals,

ideas that make the candelabras dance,

the whitened tips of candle flames that call


to mind a burning icy chalice raised

beneath the sky’s acceptance. Over time

these flowers were led in evolution’s ways

to make their fine survival death-defying.


A blind insensate painter set the pink

so readying the petals for the bees.

In eons’ trials without the need to think,

devised the swaying, stirring fact of trees.


But only we see white-tinged flames that bend,

our seeing, knowing, still, perfection’s end.


Guy Walker