Of Flowers and Seeds

Magnolia blooms abound

here on the Eastern Shore,

but this one called out to me

as I passed by.

It was the softest whisper,

floating among bees.

Do you see me?

My perfect white petals?

Here I am, delicate,

yet open and exposed.

Am I this? Am I a flower?

Or am I flaming red seed

Come sultry September

Poem and photo by me, Melissa Anne