Magnolia
I have often dreamed of the Magnolia,
outside my office window, resplendent
in bloom, where Raven now perches
high in the branches of this a rare tree:
a Saucer Magnolia.
Raven scans the arboretum for
other trees, all distant cousins
of humans and animals. Raven
has heard them speak and watched
as lovers have gathered to seclude
themselves under the Weeping
American Elm, that cloaks
them in scented darkness.
Raven regards more of this
landscape and the path,
wide as a road, that bifurcates
the arboretum, listening keenly
to the whispers of the silky
enveloping Magnolia blossoms.