There is Magick
Yes, with a K
It is in the sun beaming on my head
In the tiny flying creature before my eyes
In the pattern of clicking sounds
From the thicket beside me
The small one answering me back as I click to him
In the light on the water
In the huge Heron flying overhead
The scent of life in the wind
The falling leaves and acorn bombs
It is part of the ants and bees final preparations
The birds who draw close
Asking for a poem, just for them
And always it is in the presence of the Ancient One, my Soul Friend
Right now, this moment
Be glad of it, soak it in
You'll miss it later
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