Short Naturemagic Poems

Magic

There’s magic on the tungsten sea
That brings forth spittle in waves
Like giant sheets of paper uncurling
On a table.
There’s magic in the carrot sunlight
That makes pale skin warm and silky
Like a peach that softly meet’s the
Lips of a beauty.

Impossible is commonplace when mind
And world collide and magic conjures
Idle musings .

There’s magic in the breeze that carries
Distant garbled voices muffled by the 
Whooshing waves I hear in the giant
Sea shell.