Poem: Magic

There’s wonder in the whispering trees,
In steaming cups and morning breeze,
A spark behind each weary eye,
The glint of stars in noonday sky.

The clink of spoons in coffee mugs,
A baby’s laugh, a warm dog’s hugs,
The way the sunlight paints the wall—
So ordinary, yet so all.

The strangers nodding on the train,
The rhythm in the falling rain,
A quiet breath before the call—
A moment big, a moment small.

Not all spells need a wand or flame,
Or ancient words we cannot name.
Sometimes the magic’s soft and shy—
A gentle “hi,” a knowing sigh.

So look for it in crumbs and cracks,
In paper hearts and sidewalk chalk,
In all the paths you daily tread—
There’s everyday magic overhead.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty