Last Magnolia Tree (V)

Gone, the glamour held- 'twas green,
Fluttering so clear of worry, and
Spilling with sensual wealth.

Dear summer, its slow dusk
Comes too soon, old and faded;
It lies unpainted at edges.

The rafters once filled, bursting with
New celestial pearls, songs
That spring left behind overdue,
Which took the foundation with it.

This left no heiress,
No accounts to burn,
No ashes are left in fragile light
(Lest the sepia rise like shadows).