Winter Magic

By Brianna Wasil

They say magic isn’t real

Perhaps it isn’t, but only some illusion that plays in our minds

The grand scheme that’s revealed

By the first winter sign

The subtle change in the direction of the wind,

A cold front to soon follow,

How it never seems to come,

But then suddenly arrives by tomorrow

To wake up and be met

By an extension of a world

Where there’s an automatic lightness,

Matched with a softness of flurries swirling,

Layered in flawless, velvety feathers

That dance for an eternity together

In the midst of a winter wonderland

Where there’s a tranquility in everything seen

An indescribable magic expands

That makes everything a possibility.