Here in the Deep South, we tend to ignore Punxsutawney Phil.
Penny hosts today roundup at A Penny and Her Jots.
Magnolia Blooms
by Florence Edsall
Poetry Magazine, April 1927, p. 22
Cool crisp loveliness
cupped and brittle
Against the steel tracery
Of winter boughs.
Only iron blossoming
Could flower so.
Your nod to Groundhog Day is funny, Doraine. Comparing those lovely blooms to our brittle cold these past days makes an extraordinary contrast. Happy Friday!
ReplyDeleteI do love living in the South!
DeleteWe have confused blooms here as well, with the super abundant rain. No one should probably take advice from a hermity rodent... ☺
ReplyDeleteHa! You're probably right.
DeleteWhile Phil may be promising 6 more weeks of winter, here in the Midwest, we haven't had too much of winter. There were even forsythia blooms last week (and not forced for early blooms indoors). The magnolia blossoms are magnificent.
ReplyDeleteYep. I have a few scraggly forsythia blooms, too. I'm hoping they hang around for a while.
DeleteIt's snowing outside, which is incredibly unseasonable for us here on the west coast. Oh, how I long for some sunshine and bright flowers! Six more weeks?!?! Oh dear...Maybe a trip down south is in order! :-)
ReplyDeleteMy daughter live out that way, so I've heard about all the snow! Wishing you sunshine!
DeleteYou know what I love most about these words? They are from 1927. Before the crash, before the Great Depression and War....and still we rise. Finding my iron, Dorraine...finding my iron.
ReplyDeleteYes, I loved that this was written so long ago and still resonates so beautifully.
DeleteMy fellow Southerner - thank you for sharing this lovely "vintage" poem. From one steel magnolia to another. XO
ReplyDeleteNo magnolias yet, but I did spy the points of daffodils poking up yesterday. That is always a sure sign of snow and ice to come. Beautiful blooms.
ReplyDeleteI fondly remember Southern springs, when the world would come alive with color.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem to share today, Dori. I'd like to read some more by this poet.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem. I'll remember it when our Ohio magnolias bloom.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the beautiful poem. Magnolia blooms are spectacular. And I guess Punxsutawney Phil's prediction doesn't reach the Deep South :-)
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