An Owl, A Magnolia Tree And Me Poem by Jim Yerman

I stopped to admire the stars this morning long before my walk was through.
When the moon has set and the sky is clear it's something I often do.

As I stood there gazing up…there…in the blink of an eye
I saw a shooting star streak across the sky.

I often look for shooting stars and, I imagine, you'll agree…
It's ironic on a night I wasn't looking how a shooting star found me!

Seeing a shooting star is magical as it flashes then disappears without a trace.
So I took a moment to remember all I could about that time and place.

I was standing next to a magnolia tree…
it's one bloom in the morning breeze swayed.
And I wondered if that bloom refused to close last night
or was getting a head start on the day?

I heard a night owl hoot…her song crisp and clear and clean.
And I wondered since she's up at night…
how many shooting stars she's seen?

I didn't ask the owl about it…or the magnolia tree.
Sometimes with the magic of nature…it's best to let it be.

No, I was content for the three of us to sit back and admire
one of life's evanescent moments that flash briefly…then expire.

A reminder of how each moment when it arrives is significant in its own way
Beautiful and vital for but a moment before it quickly fades away.

It was a moment like no moment ever was…or ever again will be…
and I felt blessed to share that moment with an owl and a magnolia tree.