Don’t know for sure
about magic, wonder
and nature, but
when the nearly full moon
rises just after the sun sets,
both shrouded in clouds,
radiating light
you think magic
as you gape in wonder and
think about negative temperatures
and ponder why the sun
when it broke through
these clouds,
could not have its
golden beams iced onto
the blue of the lake and
why the dark shadows of
the tall trees would not
freeze in place giving us
pause to behold and remark.

Nature being what it is,
beautiful, mysterious and forceful,
has no fantasies
so you dream of
these possibilities and
bring them into the
relationship of what is.
The inland sea’s blue
is part of the color
of ice and snow,
while the gold is
very present in the sky
surrounding the veiled sun
and the black trees
with their shadows
are lit to brightness
by the moon’s
early February light.

This is mystical
with no mystery involved
or dreams needed.
The boardwalk is
like a painting on
a white canvas of snow.

The wind blows
just enough
to make us know
that this is real
and should be recorded.
These visuals,
though not rare,
are exciting and energizing.

We think
we have to come up
with something real
and creative just to show
that we can be
pretty marvelous ourselves,
but in reality
we know where all
the talent and wonder comes from,
so we stay content and
put our energy into shoveling
20-inch drifts of snow from
the driveway and sidewalk.

We listen now for music and
hear it blowing through the trees
and from the birds and
small animals chirping
excitedly about the food
they found where the wind
blew all the snow away
from the flora of the woods.

There are probably angels, too,
singing just because
they like the attitude
we have about
this state of enchantment.

Stansberry McKricken
February 3, 2015 ^