for Octpowrimo day 4 – the prompt is to write a poem featuring magic. The magic was missing when I tried to write, and my first poem was sheer doggerel.
Magic is an overused word –
I don’t believe in it and yet, and yet
a glorious spell of autumn weather
arrives by magic, coquette,
to cheer and clear the blues
rejuvenate, illuminate my days.
Whence comes this magic I couldn’t say,
but I really hope that it will stay
to put a spring in my old step.
Then I looked out of the window, and this little haiku arrived