Poem "Mystical Things"

Mystical Things

that we want to believe

like unicorns, fairies

and creatures with wings.

Magic unexplained,

miracles abound,

creatures that foot through woods

and hardly make a sound.

A howl through the silence,

mist rising through leaves on trees,

the smell of earth and root,

branches moving with the breeze.

Shooting stars in starry skies

a boat horn heard on shore

darkness as we turn off the light

the sound of an old dog's snore.

Truths and fables

faith and imaginings

we drift off in wonder

and dream of what tomorrow brings.

b.achenbach sept 5, 2016

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