LOOKING FOR MAGIC

Still I wait For magic to come Knowing not What it is I wonder if it has passed. Was I blind? Dappled light Filters through the leaves Shimmering Long shadows Stretch the trees, shorten the days. Isn’t that magic? Wind carries The song of laughter Echoing Counterpoint To the disquiet within. It falls on deaf

THE AGE OF WONDERS (WPC: Magic)

That moment when I caught him watching leaves falling from the trees and reaching out with his little arms That moment when I saw him snapping a hawkweed flow’r from its stem and staring at it laying on his hand for however long that moment when he looks at me his lips parting into a