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
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