THE MOON’S TURN

 

The sun sets in fire,

Leaving for the day.

Hiding its bright face,

Refusing to stay.

It is the moon’s turn

To bring night to day.

Its white face a grin

As it wants to play.

Stars twinkle and glow

To brighten the sky.

The moon moves away,

Climbing way up high.

A LITTLE MAGIC

 

 

 

A LITTLE MAGIC

All we need is a little magic

to bring our fantasies to life.

A little fairy dust

to capture our hidden desires.

A little sprinkle of pink

to brighten our dreary days.

Puff.

You’re gone.

I’m in fantasy land.

 

MAGIC

 

 

Look up to the white skies.

Magic before my eyes.

White flutters to the ground.

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white.

So pretty and so bright.

If it could remain this way.

A blanket for one more day.