
Yes, there's magic in the air when the dawn meets the break of day and tomorrow knows no moment
When crisp leaves gather nature's wonder like frozen gold dust on stems that embrace the sun
Surely, there is magic in footsteps on a glittery horizon and the future is spelled out in drops reaching tomorrow
Revive! Reviving the new season in a mist like a soul composed
The earth, like a living parameter of its breath, is frost. Celebrating angled windows that show the hypocrisy of living in the moment when no cold should allow the fortune.
A singular season is warmth, hail hail, hold the tide for the winter's indifference lest our thoughts meet the grounds in wind and frozen be our virtue.
Strike the earth then in its beauty or compose it in your palm but yes step across the garden in friendly imprint and love the fleeting sparkles.
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About the Creator
Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle
Vocal Top Story 13 times + Awesome Story 2X. Author of Award Winning Novel Small Tales and Visits to Heaven XI Edition + books of poems, etc. Also in lit journal, anthology, magazine + award winning entries.



Comments (9)
Oh- I feel the chill in here. Love the magical touch!!
This is a lovely piece. Well done.
You are correct the music goes well with this. You always manage to write with such beauty and grace. Full of emotion. 'Men will be brought usunder a world wide thunder.'
This was soooo beautiful. Loved your poem!
Beautiful job Lisa! 🥰
Quite deep and beautifully expressed. I also enjoyed the music. Well done, Lisa!
Lovely words and great poem for the challenge
Pretty.
Agreed...like it or not, frost lasts only for a time. Eloquent, Lisa.