nurses our magnolia’s pink flowers
to bloom and bloom and bloom
among trim leaves, glossy and green.
each petal until hundreds litter the lawn
like confetti melting in morning’s
light rain . . .
Our magnolia refuses to give up
its frills, making us pay attention
to that tender Spring we’ve forgotten.
When summer’s fireflies light up the air, I
stare and stare at phosphorous blinks, unable
in the garden’s grave green shadows.
The full moon ripens to blood orange.
violets growing in crevices of glacier indifference;
its strength to lift us all— feel it— water rising
quickly, going without question, I do believe.
M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Between Worlds is her most recent chapbook, featuring lyric essays, flash fiction and prose poems (Foothills Publishing, 2013). She is the Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program at St. John Fisher College. You can follow her musings on writing and creative sustainability on Red Rooster Farm on mjiuppa.blogspot.com.