The scent of sweet magnolia breath,
Revealed in fits, when spring's breeze sneezes,
Wafts here and fro below the clouds,
I close my eyes and smile out loud.
A beautiful moment in nature, the scent of a breeze, captured in such short, sweet lines. Bravo!
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Lovely Alto. When the magnolia trees bloom here I always hold my breath and cross my fingers that we will not have a frost. They are so delicate. Your poem brings their loveliness to mind. Thanks.