Call it Magic

   call it magic ...

call it golden autumn hue

dawn mist imbues the hush of daylight

daybreak’s enchanting silent renewal

sunrise races down like a cascading  waterfall

mystic rainbow shards shine through

 morning pearlescent enchanted droplets ;

magical dewdrops glisten

like harmonious splendor bejeweled

autumn’s sumptuous colours drawn

set fire to the hallowed view

the newness of  uncovered skin

vibrant maple drops her dress 

with a sleepy spin

upon the waking dawn's frosty chill

her naked colors strewn 

whither fiddlehead ferns unfurl

a place where the magic of creation

delights in heavenly muse

a rare emergent continuity

prescient to life’s ever-changing view

an ode to a waning presence reborn

surrendering to a poignant autumnal purview

whence searching souls touch stirringly

at the edge a new world begins

to taste that uncommon tranquility

peace just over the mountain

hand hewn from solitude

© harlon rivers poetry & photographs ... November 2014