Autumn Magic poem one
Orpheus and his willow branch
Comes to mind this morning
The wind is blowing
Softly through the trees,
After a summer of hot
And silences,
Magic is here with me.
The Pleiades are Nyx’s
radiant and precious jewels
Last night they ascended
Toward the mid-heaven,
I mediated on diamonds of brilliance,
Magic is here with me.
My evening walk I witnessed
Due south a falling star
A moment of my life,
Awareness everywhere,
The cosmos continuously impregnates the earth
A flash of lightened love,
Magic is here with me!