I fall in love with the magic in everything—
the way morning hums before it speaks,
how dust learns to dance
when sunlight finally notices it.
I love the quiet bravery of seeds,
burying themselves in dark
with nothing but faith in becoming.
I love the moon for showing up nightly,
even when no one claps.
There is magic in cracked mugs
that still hold warmth,
in old songs that remember us
before we remember ourselves.
In laughter that escapes mid-sorrow
and decides to live anyway.
I love the way the world keeps secrets
in ordinary pockets—
a stranger’s smile,
rain on hot pavement,
the pause before a kiss
or a choice.
If you look closely,
everything is enchanted
just enough to save us.
And if you love it gently,
the magic loves you back.
Thank-you for reading.
Brenda Marie
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Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. Brendan
Thank-you so much, Brandan
Your lovely poetry touches my heart, Brenda! 💖
Thank-you so much, Tim.
My pleasure, Brenda. 😍
What a beautiful, tender piece of writing, Brenda. I especially love “the way morning hums before it speaks” and the moon showing up even without applause. This poem feels like a gentle reminder to stay awake to the world’s small wonders. ✨
Thank you for such a tender reading of it. I’m so touched that those lines stayed with you — they were some of my quietest favorites too.
“The way morning hums before it speaks” felt like a small truth I’ve always sensed but never named, and I love that you heard it. And yes — the moon arriving without applause feels like such a lesson in simply being.
Your words feel like a small wonder themselves. ✨
You are always welcome Brenda and thank you for your kind reply 🌷🤝