Alone in the still forest,
I sat down to rest
feeling blessed to just be there,
without a thought of earthly care,
amidst the woodland browns and greens
of that lovely, peaceful scene.
The Winter clouds swiftly thickened.
My senses quickened- more alive
to the sky and forest around.
An enchantment fell upon me-
a magic that made me see
the glorious wonder that abounds
in everything, everything around.
In gratitude, I prayed
this magic would never fade.
Then I heard the musical sound
when snowflakes kiss the ground.
(January 30, 2021- Shelley Wilson)
Enchantment is beautiful word… and a wonderful feeling perfectly evocated in your poem. An enchanted reader 🙂
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Oh , merci! I do recall Je suis enchante! 🪄🥰😊🤗✨
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