Magic Meadow

Magic Meadow – 7-26-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magic Meadow Fantasy’s alchemy rises In words Like black velvet from loam rich earth A bouquet - Birthed In ballads and barcarolles – Grows From stolen spells and visions The Snowthorn And Golden Elanor When myth weaves magic Into fragrant crowns of phrases Each petal, perfumed with inspiration, Whispers A rainbow drenched celestial serenade In a Mosaic made of legends forged by ivory stars Leaving Pure fire to play among purple Then grow from aromatic seeds Into Chimeras of fiery amber And Bewitched onyx Scattered from the figments of its footsteps Into bonfires Of buzzing artistry That drip enchanted dews of golden milk When minutes fade into metaphors For herbs of morning’s meadow Growing From incantations of the moon. The fragrance of magic rises, From the fertile alabaster woodland To bewitch Newborn Spellbound verses With crystal balms As the meadow dwindles Into shadows In waiting For a nascent harvest To wander again among fantastical Star struck Magic.