And The Bees Are Glad

A cataclysm of luminous gaiety

gilds the lea with joy -

I smile -

my heart is stilled and warmed

Like the languid sun that hides

behind fair weather clouds

I am weakened in awe

But my spirit has risen

with the spring wind

and taken flight

And the bees are glad

©Rose

It's A Kind Of Magic

I'm looking for the magic

the kind that makes a blind person see

It's never where you think you'll find it -

never where you think it may be 

It's the magic that ripples the soul

like raindrops on a placid pond

A magic that lifts the spirit

like a mist on mountains far beyond

It's the magic reflected on a still lake

mirroring the blue sky

The magic essence of a green forest

where dappled shadows lie

It's a magic you will find but

once in a lifetime

Like the magic I felt

when your eyes met mine

ⒸRose    

  

Shadow

cast a feral shadow
a miasma of illusion
a mirage of stray light
an innate sense of darkness
linked to primitive instincts
the spirit of the wolf
© Rose