I know the science of sun and rain
that wakes the world to spring–
brings a languorous glow,
that rings the day
till the moon
hums it away.
But I believe in magic–
and birds winging, singing
through morning dew.
A quadrille for dVerse, where Linda has asked us to use the word “magic.”
(A quadrille, besides being a dance, is a dVerse form. It’s a poem of 44 words—any type.)