A time of magic

A time of magic

Reluctantly night is thrusting the black velvety curtain aside –

angels are collecting billions of twinkling stars in their aprons.

The first sunbeams are falling silently on the ground,

falling on wet moss,

falling on glittering dew drops, enlightening the world with hope.

A green lizard is looking into the sky with beady little eyes

whilst a young nightingale tries its first love song.

Fairies are blending colors on their palettes, splashing

a little white and magenta on tulips,

a little yellow and salmon on narcissuses

and blue on forget-me-nots.

A black beetle with long antennas got drunk with bliss in a pink blossom,

his legs and antennas covered with yellow pollen

that he would generously pass- on to other blooms

There’s a certain magic in the air –

everything is renewed, fresh and beautiful, virgin like, angel like, enchanted

Spring – a time of magic