Magnolia Tree (III)

Shrouded in silhouette,
The sunset sweeps as winds
Slice at waxed confine:

Fair ladys' palms clenched
Against the wind azure,
But shadows on the bark;

Shining leaves woven for summer
Are dark and satin gloved,
Their memory to mourn.

The layers shed, the bud
Becomes sweet and warm
With the passing day.

It seems the farthest,
Most quiet the air
When the sky is worn to hold
More cloud upon the sea.