Thursday, May 28, 2015

Magnolia White

Magnolia petals
beneath a March sky,
clouds ribboned with sunlight.

I sit on the balcony
five floors high
above foreign trees
bursting with spring.

Rooftops, slate grey
undulate the city scape.
Distant hills breathe, still winter brown
along the Moselle river.
Too early for boat trips
to lazy days in Saarburg.

Surrounded by apartments,
so many lives
in drab concrete walls
but only the hum of traffic.
No birdsong here
only the stutter of dead leaves
pass me by.

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