
Some of us call it a Magnolia, and some call it a Tulip Tree, but whatever we call it,
this tree has the nerve to bloom
when a hard frost could arrive at any time
and blacken all those blossoms.
Somewhere I have a poem about this time of the year, but I can’t find it.
Will add it to the post later if I do.
<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/nerve/”>Nerve</a>
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poet, birder, senior citizen, cancer survivor, Catholic sister. Eight books of poetry published: At the Year’s Elbow, Mellen Poetry Press 2000; Scattered Showers in a Clear Sky, Plain View Press 2007; chapbooks: Pick It Up and Read, Finishing Line Press 2008, How the Hand Behaves, Finishing Line Press 2009, Digging for God, Wipf and Stock 2010, Vexed Questions, Aldrich Press 2013, Reconnaissance, Texture Press 2014, and Life List, Finishing Line Press, 2015.
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Sounds pretty poetic to me already
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