An Enchanted Place

here is a place where magic

dwells: where enchantments

twine senses as songbirds flit

overhead, dancing between

sunbeams that burst in uplifting

explosions of vitality; where

bewitchments tangle underfoot

in lattice-works of briar and

bramble that seek to captivate

with delicate bloom and cruel

thorn; delving deep to where

earthworms curl amidst tree

roots and mycellium, embracing

rotting flesh and dead matter

in acceptance of latent energies

that frisson with untapped

potentiality: all await those

opportunities for fulfilment sure

to come with transformation’s

immanent advent, held in readiness

in a place where magic dwells

This is for day 53 of 365 Days Wild.