Common magic

March lies covered under thick snow.
Brown leaves have clung all winter to the stunted oak,
rustling loudly as bitter wind drives
across the tundra of the yard. They will fall in spring.
Any day now, by the calendar.

The hare’s prints trace her hunt
for any not-yet-gnawed shoots above the waist-deep drifts.
We all hunt for the sun.

Then the magicians arrive, chickadees
and cardinals spreading their voices
over the iced-in world, pulling a slow change
from beyond the edges, their wondrous notes
unfurling the small silk squares of colour
the cold winter rolled tightly around our hearts.

One thought on “Common magic

  1. This is gorgeous. In particular, these lines — “We all hunt for the sun” and “the cold winter rolled tightly around our hearts” — but it is in toto gorgeous. Thank you for sharing it. (Lorri)

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