Dogwood

by David L. McNaron

Loveliest of all? There’d be
quarreling among the royal 
poincianas, jacarandas, crepe
myrtles, tabebuias, and I wish to be 
no Paris rendering foolish
judgments under your spell. 

Most dear to me, then—sacred
as my beloved Gulf 
beaches. You blossom
for Easter, 
that tale of rising.  

No accident I chose the dogwood 
motif, petals carved 
in marble, for my parents’ headstone.  
Short in life, in memory long, 
long as shadows cast by pines 
late summer afternoons.

David L. McNaron grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. He was educated at UAB, the University of Miami and Vermont College of Fine Arts, where he received the MFA in Writing. McNaron retired from teaching philosophy in South Florida in 2018 and now resides in Cullman, Alabama. His poems have appeared in Deep South, Poetry East, Gulf Stream, Mississippi Review, Poem, Ellipsis, Tor House Newsletter, The Midwest Quarterly, Third Wednesday, Summerset Review, Red Booth Review and other magazines.  

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