Enchantment

Just about a ten minute walk away,

past the lamposts reminiscent of worlds

beyond the wardrobe,

is a special place

where blue herons wade

and otters play.

 

 

 

It's a place of enchantment.

A place where poetry fills the air

and blossoms from below.

 

 

I bend down low, and listen.

 

Life teems in the stillness,

bubbles from beneath.

Breath is released,

water ripples.

Puffs of fluff, like promises,

reminders of hope

as fog lifts from the surface.

 

 

Happy wildflowers smile,

dewdrops on leaves,

beautiful and free.

 

Here, I sit with me.

Pouch for dreams -

soft, sky color -

a place to collect

and carry.

 

 



Swirls of life

abide,

reside.

 



 

With the layers

stripped away

in this place,

exposed

is a heart

with wings.

 

 

 

sharing with Clytie, too,

because there's a heart here