Fleeting
It’s done now, this spectacular display that happens in view of my front door every March. I look forward to this performance every year.
The petals have mostly succumbed to time and the rains. They’ve fallen to the ground.
But while they were here, they were admired.
Now the magnolia leaves are coming out, fresh and green, promising.
Yet lovely as they are, they do not hold a candle to these flowers
with this sky.
This last is the subject of my next painting. Wish me luck!
