Wild Magic

Sunrise pink clouds reflected on the Delaware River. ©️Merril D. Smith, November2020

I watch purple shadows dance, lingering
with cool kisses in the air
as the sun shines pink-petaled on blue–
listen, sky and water say,
and the music is in my head
as if honeyed light is fiddle and voice,
recalling dreams, and the way the moon sings
through a storm. Remember this, blushing clouds,
the soft secret smiles of the universe, sailing into
after. The wild magic surrounds you. Embrace it.

Today’s message from the Magnetic Poetry Oracle–she, of course, sees me walking by the river.

24 thoughts on “Wild Magic

  1. Yes! We are all in tune today, all water and sky and moons, as well as rose (pink) petals. It’s a huge open canvas, and there’s a hint of Yeats in it—’the music (fire) is in my head’. Loved this one 🙂

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