May Day birthday, one to add
genuinely to my scant album

of joyful memories,

as Time bows down to still itself
and lets me live some moments
immortally

beneath the Magnolia trees

that seemed to have waited
for this occasion
to begin their epic blooming.

So dear to me have become
the velvet ivory,
symbolizing hope
and soul purity,

so many seasons dormant,
waiting and waiting
and waiting so patiently
for me to water
the self-love seeds.

The skies reflect their best blues,
the clouds tone down with humility,
the leaves dance with the breeze,
the sun, between, flickers in winks.

I am the center of the universe;
all planets line up to kiss my cheek.
I could stay here, my happiest place ever,
forever in this heavenly garden

of Magnolia trees.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise